You knew we had to come back this, right man It's too hot in New man too hot in New York man, give me
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of No ambulance, no police to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito Means I work hard and I no money
Playin' my guitar, I'm on the beach I'm margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the
When I was young they me Robin Hood 'Cos I stole from the rich and I to the poor Went back home, whooped on my ass Said, "I'll be damned if I let you live that"
Meanwhile door neighbors jumpin' Beatin' on his wife while the were watchin' that day we was out on the porch And fantasize we was out of New York, we up in
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro no sounds of buses No ambulance, no sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito Means I work and I have no money
my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach the shade
I'm in your hood like your neighbors were man But then I'm in the club I entered the stadium I bring the vibe like the of the tribe Before I had the fame I was servin' the
So who to know about a nine-to-five Wakin' up at five the cold in my eyes Now my daddy, he can rest in From the of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go
Three in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my trabajo poquito dinero Means I hard and I have no money
Playin' my guitar, used to at the stars Prayin' if I ever it, I'm gon' help my family make it From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey shores I'm a stand on stage and this guitar till I fall
Santana, let me get some Santana, let me get some
This one goes out for those, who work for low Keep your head up, 'cos if I it, you can make it too one day
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my Mucho trabajo poquito Means I work hard and I no money
my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water my feet It's too hot in New I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach the shade
too hot in New York man It's too hot in New man too hot in New York man It's too hot,
It's too hot in New man too hot in New York man It's too hot in New man It's too hot,
Yeah, Carlos Santana with the son the world tour, too hot
You know I leavin' without Santana on this Celia [Incomprehensible] Y'all know better, go now
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