F
I dont practice Santeria

A
I aint got no crystal ball.

Dm                            C
I had a million dollars but I’d,

Id spend it all.

F                                   A
If I could find that heina and that sancho that shes found,

        Dm                          C           Bb
Well Id pop a cap in sancho and Id slap her down.

        C             F
What I really wanna know,

Dm       Bb     C            F         Dm   Bb   
My baby, what I really want to say I cant define.

          C
Well its love,

F        Dm   Bb 
That I need, oh ,

        C
But my soul will have to,

F                              A
Wait till I get back and find heina of my own.

Dm                        C
Daddys gonna love one and all.

F
I feel the break,

Feel the break,

    A                              Dm
Feel the break and I got to live it up,

             C                       Bb
Oh, yeah, uh huh, well I swear that i.

       C            F      Dm   Bb 
What I really wanna know, baby,

       C              F     Dm       Bb 
What I really want to say I cant define.

     C           F    Dm   Bb   
That love make it go,

   C
My soul will have to...

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Bb       C             F 
  What I really wanna say,

Dm      Bb  
My baby,
       C            F      Dm       Bb  
What I really wanna say is Ive got mine.

        C            F        Dm   Bb
And Ill make it, yes, Im comin up.
         
        C             F                                 A 
Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide.

Dm                 C
Daddys got a new .45.

    F                                        A
And I wont think twice to stick that barrel straight down sanchos throat.

Dm                            C                          Bb 
Believe me when I say that I got somethin for his punk ass.

       C            F        Dm  Bb  
What I really wanna know, my baby,

       C            F         Dm          Bb
What I really wanna say is theres just one,

       C
Way back,

       F    Dm      Bb
And Ill make it, yea,

      C                  F-C-Dm-Am
But my soul will have to wait.

Bb   C     F7
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