| I don’t practice Santeria
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| I ain’t got no crystal ball
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| Well, I had a million dollars
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| But I’d, I’d spend it all if I could find that jaina
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| And that sancho that she’s found
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| Well, I’d pop a cap in sancho and I’d slap her down
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| What I really wanna know, ah, baby
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| What I really want to say, I can’t define
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| Well, it’s love that I need, oh
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| My soul will have to
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| Wait 'til I get back, find a jaina of my own
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| Daddy’s gonna love one and all
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| I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
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| And I got' live it up
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| Oh yeah, huh
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| Well, I swear that I
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| What I really wanna know, ah, baby
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| What I really want to say, I can’t define
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| Got love, make it go
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| My soul will have to
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| What I really wanna say, ah, baby
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| What I really wanna say is, «I've got mine
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| And I’ll make it, yes, I’m comin' up»
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| Tell sanchito that
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| If he knows what is good for him, he best go run and hide
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| Daddy’s got a new .45
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| And I won’t think twice to stick that barrel straight down sancho’s throat
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| Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk ass
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| What I really wanna know, my baby
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| Ooh, what I really wanna say is, «there's just one»
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| Way back, and I’ll make it, yeah
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| My soul will have to wait
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |