Ladies and gents
Turn up your sound systems
To the sound of Carlos Santana
And the G&B, it's The Product
Ghetto blues from the Refugee Camp
Oh, Maria, Maria
She remind me of a West Side story
Growin' up in Spanish Harlem
She livin' a life just like a movie star
Oh, Maria, Maria
She fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
Stop the lootin', stop the shootin'
Pick-pockin' on the corner
See as the rich is getting richer
The poor is getting poorer
Se mira Maria on the corner
Thinkin' of ways to make it better
In my mailbox there's an eviction letter
Signed by the judge said, "See you later"
Yeah
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 remind me of a West Side story
Growin' up in Spanish Harlem
She livin' a life just like a movie star
Oh, Maria, Maria
She fell in love in East L.A.
I said it to the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
I said a la favella, los colores
The streets are getting hotter
There is no water to put out the fire
Ni gota de esperanza
Se mira Maria on the corner
Thinkin' of ways to make it better
Then I looked up in the sky
Hopin' the 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 (Worldwide)
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 are apart
It still feels like we're together
Maria, oh yeah
She remind me of a West Side story
Growin' up in Spanish Harlem
She livin' a life just like a movie star
Oh, Maria, Maria
Oh, she fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar
Played by Carlos Santana
Put 'em up y'all
Carlos Santana with the Refugee Camp
Wyclef, Jerry Wonda
Mr. Santana, G&B
Yo, Carlos man, you makin' that guitar cry