Mexican Heaven (Pocos Pero Locos Version) feat. Carolyn Rodriguez

歌詞

There's a question that people have been asking for eternity...is there a Heaven, and if so, what's it like? Will I see my homie Chris there? He got smoked by some fools who shouldn't be alive, I'm tryin' to cope, but it's just so hard; Dear God, will I see him on the boulevard? Can you tilt your hat to the side, if you want; Or do you gotta have it straight to the front? I been saggin' Dickies ever since I was eight, And I wonder will somebody try to tell me I can't? I won a knife at the carnival they have off Jensen, It's just for good luck, not for a weapon. I wonder can I take it; well, that's if I make it, But I don't wanna walk around all butt-naked. Will my hydraulics work up in the clouds; Do people start complaining if the music is loud? And these are the things that I asked the Reverend, "Excuse me sir, but can Mexicans go to Heaven?" The other day I spoke to the Reverend, To see if he'd say that Mexicans could go to Heaven. When I grow old, though I know this life is a blessing, I wanna know, is there a Mexican Heaven Lord? Will my grandfather's beer breath be real bad; Or will they make him take mints or the white Tic-Tacs? Do the R&B and Hip Hop radio stations play our raps, Or do they still be hatin'? People owe me money from previous business, And I wonder can I get it with a little bit interest? And what about drop-outs with no education; I can't spell good but I know multiplication. Do they got real tortillas for all the races; Or them fake lil' skinny ones like some places? I know my sancha's out of the question, But on the cool, she got love for a Mexican. Will my homies pitch in or wanna smoke for free; Will they have gas money or depend on me? Can I roll on gold streets in my '57; Let me know, can Mexicans go to Heaven? The other day I spoke to the Reverend, To see if he'd say that Mexicans could go to Heaven. When I grow old, though I know this life is a blessing, I wanna know, is there a Mexican Heaven Lord? Will they charge an arm and leg for the new Mike Jordans; Or sell 'em half price so everyone can afford 'em? What about tobacco products, do they ban 'em; One thing about cigarettes: I just can't stand 'em. Is minimum wage all they offer my people; Does my uncle gotta marry someone just to be legal? Will he get dirty looks 'cause he can't speak English; Do the chicks dress up or do they show their chichis? What kind of clubs do they have in Heaven; I don't dance Techno and no Two-Steppin'. I got a few warrants, will they follow me there; Or can I start clean with a record that's clear? Is my pitbull there; his name is Plex, He choked on his chain jumpin' over the fence. I'm sorry if I'm askin' you too many questions, I just gotta know, can Mexicans go to Heaven? The other day I spoke to the Reverend, To see if he'd say that Mexicans could go to Heaven. When I grow old, though I know this life is a blessing, I wanna know, is there a Mexican Heaven Lord?