Lyrics
Papa told me don't play with guns
And Mama told me, "Don't have too much fun"
If I see the police then I might run
Imma call my friends before a 911
If the clock hits eleven and it's after dark
You might take a trip to heaven in a big black car
And you can meet a tweaker at the metro park
Or see the Grim Reaper on the boulevard
Well Alright, OK
Some people get high and some people pray
But Alright, OK
Some people get lost and some find their way
Everybody knows the moon landing was fake
And 'Pac's still alive on a beach in Spain
They control the weather, they can make it rain
And still can't tell us how the pyramids were made
Well Alright, OK
Some people get high and some people pray
But Alright, OK
Some people get lost and some find their way
Well Alright, OK
Some people get high and some people pray
But Alright, OK
Some people get lost and some find their way
Y ahi esta, esta bien
Some people get high and some people pray
Y ahi esta, esta bien
Some people get lost and some find their way