You knew we had to back like this, right man It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man, give me
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no of buses No ambulance, no police to interrupt my silence 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 I had to get away So a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade
When I was they called me Robin Hood 'Cos I stole the rich and I gave to the poor Went back home, mama on my ass Said, "I'll be damned if I let you like that"
Meanwhile next 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 with no of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my Mucho trabajo poquito Means I work and I have no money
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my It's too hot in New I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the under the shade
I'm in your hood your neighbors 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 know about a Wakin' up at five with the 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 with no sounds of No ambulance, no police sirens to my silence Mucho poquito dinero Means I work hard and I no money
Playin' my guitar, 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 canny I'm a stand on stage and this guitar till I fall
Santana, let me get help 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 of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to my silence Mucho trabajo dinero 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 I had to get away So a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade
It's too hot in New man too hot in New York man It's too hot in New man It's too hot,
too hot in New York man It's too hot in New man too hot in New York man It's too hot,
Yeah, Carlos Santana the Preacher's son It's the tour, too hot
You know I ain't leavin' without Santana on this [Incomprehensible] Y'all know better, go now
Guantanamera, Celia will always ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Santana Guantanamera, will always miss ya Guantanamera, with the Carlos Santana