Cover art for Santana’s Town by Juelz Santana

Santana’s Town

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Santana’s Town Lyrics

Dipset in the building, Killa
Juelz,you on your own man, let's go

[Cam'Ron]
Dip Set
Dip Set
Dip Set
Dip Set
Dip Set
Dip Set
Dip Set
Dip Set
Dip Set
Dip Set
Dip Set
Dip Set
Dip Set
Dip Set
Juelz
Dip Set

[Hook: Cam'Ron]
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
What we grip, grip, nigga tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Throw up yo set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
What we grip, grip, nigga tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Throw up yo set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Yeah, Dip Set, what (Oww)
[Verse One: Juelz Santana]
Yo, I be with a gang a gangs, who hang and bang
Animals, orangutans

Hammers move, bangers bang
Damn it dude the game has changed
I got a ho selection (yeah), a whole collection (yeah)
A whole selection (yeah), of my ho collection (yeah)
And I'm big pimpin', stick dippin', quick shiftin'
Bitch listen, this isn't no damn game in here (Oww)
Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here
Like Kurt Cobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (oww)
And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah
Aim it yeah, bang it yeah (Y'all some dead motherfuckers)(oww)
And my diddy-bop
Barge through the city blocks
Hard with the pretty Glock
Dodge or you gettin shot
Then enter the bar
Hard liquor, get a shot
Get a broad, get her hot
Get her home, give her cock (Oww)
Go, it's your birthday
Go, go, drink it girl, it's coming, I know you're thirsty (oww)

Harlem's my birthplace (oww), tombstone dirt place (oww)
Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday (oww)
[Hook: Cam'Ron]
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
What we grip, grip, nigga tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Throw up yo set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Yeah, Dip Set, what (Oww)
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
What we grip, grip, nigga tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Throw up yo set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

[Verse Two: Juelz Santana]
Jump, stomp, move, breathe
We, in, too, deep, OKAY (oww)
I'm lo-lo from the block again
Po-po and the cops again
No homo, but they cocking them
Four-fos and Glocks and them
They the paparazzi, they the livest posse
Kamikaze, nazi, nazi, copy papi
I'm a baller baller, you're not at all a baller
That's why I scored your daughter, left her home, call her (oww), call her
I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM
Weed smoke and Ozium, trojans and petroleums
Yeah, and that's just in case the ho ain't safe
Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it
Oops, squirt it, squirt it
Oops, oopsy dais, boo I'm crazed
Choo-choo train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang
I'm old school like Bambaataa,
no man's hotter
The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's nada (oww)
[Hook: Cam'Ron]
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
What we grip, grip, nigga tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Throw up yo set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
What we grip, grip, nigga tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Throw up yo set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

[Cam'Ron]
Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freaky
Killa, you already know what it is
My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack man
Diplomat Records man

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Release Date
2003
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