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 no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my Mucho trabajo poquito I work hard and I have no money
Playin' my guitar, I'm on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get So here's a ticket, me on the beach under the shade
When I was young they called me Robin I stole 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' Beatin' on his wife the kids were watchin' that day we was out on the porch And we was out of New York, we woke up in
Three in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my Mucho poquito dinero Means I work and I have no money
my guitar, I'm sitting 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 under the shade
I'm in your hood like your were Spider 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 I was servin' the fries
So who better to about a nine-to-five up at five with the cold in my eyes Now my daddy, he can rest in From the belly of the beast to the beach, let's go
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, used to daydream at the stars Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm help my family make it From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey shores I'm a stand on and play this guitar till I fall
Santana, let me get some Santana, let me get help
one goes out for those, who work for low income 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 sirens to interrupt my silence trabajo poquito dinero Means I hard and I have 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 York I had to get So here's a ticket, me on the beach under the shade
It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man too hot in New York man It's too hot,
too hot in New York man It's too hot in New 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 ain't leavin' without Santana on Celia [Incomprehensible] know better, let's go now
Guantanamera, Celia always love ya Guantanamera, with the Carlos Santana Guantanamera, Celia will always ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Santana