I don't practice Santeria, I ain't got no crystal ball Well, I had a million dollars, but I'd, I'd spend it all If I could find that jaina 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, ah, baby, mmm What I really want to say, I can't define Well, it's love that I need, oh My soul will have to
Wait 'til I get back, find a jaina of my own Daddy's gonna love one and all I feel the break, feel the break Feel the break, and I got' live it up Oh, yeah, ah-huh, well, I swear that I
What I really wanna know, ah, baby What I really want to say, I can't define That love, make it go My soul will have to
Mmm, what I really wanna say, ah, baby What I really wanna say is, "I've got mine And I'll make it, oh 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 Ooh, what I really wanna say is, "There's just one" Way back, and I'll make it, oh yeah I'm coming up My soul will have to wait yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Compositores: Bradley James Nowell (Sublime) (BMI), Eric John Wilson (Eric J Wilson) (BMI), Floyd I Gaugh Iv (BMI)Editores: Eric John Wilson Publishing (BMI), Floyd I Gaugh Iv Publishing (BMI), Gasoline Alley Music (BMI), Lou Dog Publishing (BMI), Music Corporation Of America Inc (BMI)Publicado em 2006 (31/Out) e lançado em 2006 (30/Ago)ECAD verificado obra #14535762 e fonograma #1116315 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM