You knew we had to come back this, right man It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New York man, me
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no of buses No ambulance, no sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no
Playin' my guitar, I'm on the beach I'm sippin' as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New I had to get away So a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade
When I was young they me Robin Hood 'Cos I from the rich and I gave to the poor Went back home, mama on my ass Said, "I'll be damned if I let you live that"
Meanwhile next neighbors jumpin' on his wife while the kids were watchin' Later day we was out on the porch And we was out of New York, we woke up in
Three nights in Rio De with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no sirens 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 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 'fore I entered the I bring the like the days 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 with the cold in my Now my daddy, he can in peace the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my Mucho trabajo dinero Means I hard and I have no money
Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the Prayin' if I ever it, I'm gon' help my family make it From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey canny I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar till I
Santana, let me get some Santana, let me get help
This one out for those, who work for low income your head up, 'cos if I made it, you can make it too one day
Three in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to my silence Mucho trabajo dinero Means I hard 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 I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the under the shade
It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man too hot, yeah
It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man too hot in New York 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 better, let's go now
Guantanamera, Celia always love ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Santana Guantanamera, Celia will always ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Santana