Santeria

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
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, huh
Well, I swear that I
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
Ooh, what I really wanna say is, «there's just one»
Way back, and I’ll make it, yeah
My soul will have to wait
Yeah, yeah, yeah