I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well I had a million dollars
But I'd, I'd spent it all
If I could find that heina
And that sancho that she's found
Well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down
What I really wanna know
My baby
What I really want to say I can't define
Well it's love that I need, oh
But my soul will have to-
Wait till I get back, and find a heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it out, oh yeah, well I swear that I
What I really wanna know, my baby
What I really want to say I can't define
Got love! Make it go
My soul will have to
Ohhh What I really wanna say, my baby
What I really wanna say is I've got mine
And I'll make it
Yes, I'm comin' up
Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
And I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk ass
What I really wanna know, my baby
Oh what I really wanna say is there's just one
Way back, and I'll make it, yeah
But my soul will have to wait
Oh yeah yeeeeah yeaaaaah
compositores: Eric Wilson,Bradley Nowell,Floyd Gaugh
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