May 22, 2005 13:56
I feel the break,
Feel the break,
Feel the break and I got to live it up,
Oh, yea huh, well I swear that i.
What I really wanna know, baby,
What I really want to say I can’t define.
That love make it go,
My soul will have to...
What I really wanna say,
My 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 somethin for his punk ass.