Written By: Bradley James Nowell, Floyd L. Gaugh IV, Eric John Wilson

Lyrics (Start at 0:12):

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 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, mmm
What I really wanna say, I can’t define
Well, it’s love that I need, oh
My soul will have to

Wait till I get back, find Heina of my own
Daddy’s gonna love one and all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I got to live it up
Oh, yeah, huh
Well, I swear that I

What I really wanna know, ah, baby
What I really wanna say, I can’t define
Got love, make it go
Well, 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, oh yes, I’m coming up
Tell Sanchito

That if he knows what is good for him, he best go run and hide
Mmm, 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