Writer(s): Bradley Nowell, Eric Wilson, Floyd Gaugh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I don't practice santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well, I had a million dollars but I,
I 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, unh 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 find Hina on my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
I feel the break
feel the break
feel the break and I got live it out
Oh, yeah huh 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
Ooh, what I really wanna say,
my baby
What I really want to say is I've got mine
And I'll make it oh, yes, I'm coming up
Tell Sanchi to that if he knows
what is good for him
he'd best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new fourty five
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,
yeah
but my soul will have to wait
yeah, yeah
