Maria Maria by Santana & The Product GMB
(Ladies and gents)
(Turn up your sound system to the sound of Carlos Santana)
(And the GMB, Surprada)
(Ghetto people, from the Refugee Gang)
Maria, Maria
She reminds me of a West Side Story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star
Maria, Maria
She fell in love in East LA
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
Stop the looting, stop the shooting
Pick pocking on the corner
See as the rich is getting richer
The poorer is getting poorer
See me and Maria on the corner
Thinking of ways to make it better
In my mailbox there's an eviction letter
Somebody just said see you later
(Ahora vengo, mama chula, mama chula)
(Ahora vengo, mama chula) East coast
(Ahora vengo, mama chula, mama chula)
(Ahora vengo, mama chula, West coast)
Maria, Maria
She reminds me of a West Side Story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star
Maria, Maria
She fell in love in East LA
I see her to the sounds of the guitar
Played by Carlos Santana
I sing at (la fabela, los colores)
The streets are getting hotter
There is no water to put out the fire
(Mi corta esperanza)
See me and Maria on the corner
Thinking of ways to make it better
Then I looked up in the sky
Hoping of days of paradise
(Ahora vengo, mama chula, mama chula)
(Ahora vengo, mama chula) North side
(Ahora vengo, mama chula, mama chula)
(Ahora vengo, mama chula) South side
(Ahora vengo, mama chula, mama chula)
(Ahora vengo, mama chula) world wide
(Ahora vengo, mama chula mama chula)
(Ahora vengo, mama chula) open up your eyes
Maria you know you're my lover
When the wind blows I can feel you
Through the weather
And even when we're apart
It feels like we're together, Maria
She reminds me of a West Side Story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star
Maria, Maria
She fell in love in East LA
To the sounds of the guitar
Played by Carlos Santana
(Putting them up yo)
(Carlos Santana with the refugee gang)
(Wyclef, Jerry my dog, Mr Santana, GMB)
(Yo Carlos you make in that guitar cry)
(Turn up your sound system to the sound of Carlos Santana)
(And the GMB, Surprada)
(Ghetto people, from the Refugee Gang)
Maria, Maria
She reminds me of a West Side Story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star
Maria, Maria
She fell in love in East LA
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
Stop the looting, stop the shooting
Pick pocking on the corner
See as the rich is getting richer
The poorer is getting poorer
See me and Maria on the corner
Thinking of ways to make it better
In my mailbox there's an eviction letter
Somebody just said see you later
(Ahora vengo, mama chula, mama chula)
(Ahora vengo, mama chula) East coast
(Ahora vengo, mama chula, mama chula)
(Ahora vengo, mama chula, West coast)
Maria, Maria
She reminds me of a West Side Story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star
Maria, Maria
She fell in love in East LA
I see her to the sounds of the guitar
Played by Carlos Santana
I sing at (la fabela, los colores)
The streets are getting hotter
There is no water to put out the fire
(Mi corta esperanza)
See me and Maria on the corner
Thinking of ways to make it better
Then I looked up in the sky
Hoping of days of paradise
(Ahora vengo, mama chula, mama chula)
(Ahora vengo, mama chula) North side
(Ahora vengo, mama chula, mama chula)
(Ahora vengo, mama chula) South side
(Ahora vengo, mama chula, mama chula)
(Ahora vengo, mama chula) world wide
(Ahora vengo, mama chula mama chula)
(Ahora vengo, mama chula) open up your eyes
Maria you know you're my lover
When the wind blows I can feel you
Through the weather
And even when we're apart
It feels like we're together, Maria
She reminds me of a West Side Story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star
Maria, Maria
She fell in love in East LA
To the sounds of the guitar
Played by Carlos Santana
(Putting them up yo)
(Carlos Santana with the refugee gang)
(Wyclef, Jerry my dog, Mr Santana, GMB)
(Yo Carlos you make in that guitar cry)