I don't practice santeria, I ain't got no crystal ball Well, I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend 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 wanna say I can't define Well, it's love that I need oh, whoa
My soul will have to wait 'til I get back 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 up, ohh, yeah, huh Well, I swear that I
What I really wanna know, oh baby What I really wanna say I can't define But love makes me dull My soul will have to
Ooh, 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'd 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, oooh What I really wanna say is there's just one Way back and I'll make it, yeah Well, my soul will have to waitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
