Songtext
I don't practice Santeria, I ain't got no crystal ball
I had a million dollars, but I'd, I spent it all
If I could find that Heina and that sancho that she's found
I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd
What I really wanna know, ah, baby
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Well, it's love that I need
My soul will have to
Wait 'til I get back, find a Heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
And I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break, and I got' live it up
What I really wanna know, ah, baby
What I really want to say, I can't define
Got love, make it go
My soul will have to
What I really wanna say, ah, 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
What I really wanna say is, "There's just one"
Way back, and I'll make it
My soul will have to wait
Bradley James Nowell, Eric John Wilson, Floyd I Iv Gaugh
Universal Music Publishing Group