Shit, man Fuck pinche jura ese If they only knew the fuck I was, right Right their pinche puerco noses and shit ain't gonna catch me ese I'm too Goddamn sly, slick, and Fuck these fucking fuck with my crazy life Simon ese, I'm that crazy little vato roaming the barrio where you find me every fucking night creeping Simon, my crazy life ese Mi loca
A crazy ass rola so let me ya A crazy fucking rola from this crazy fella Sort of like Capone, Godfather, or A little vato brought up in my crazy race (What is that?) The race of the Brownest Where every lives to be the downest Crazy ass stories plotted in a crazy Where the vatos do bad but have to be sorry for Shooting putos, an everyday thing Someone call the ambulance, 'cause the fat sings But it's not over, seems like it never end Just when you think it's through, nah holmes it begins Over and sort of like a loop Someone gets shot, it's to go back and shoot Those fucking for fucking around with the wrong man, but Should have thought before your actions, so I'm too clever Everything I've seen, everything heard, but you can't amaze me Mi vida loca, life is
It's called the crazy Mi vida called the crazy life Mi vida It's called the life Mi loca It's called the life
Back with some shit that people flip on Before your trip ese, here's for you to trip on Talking about killings, and life in a craze Smoking Mary Jane, sprung in a daze of pulling crumbs 'cause they're thinking that crime pays Damn Raza, we got to our evil ways But back to this motherfucking All these punks shit and I'm sick of this about I'm bigger than you so what you gonna do I'm the vato a shotgun, you're the vato holding the .22 But just because I'm smaller don't that I won't fight ya Do anything to win even if I have to ya And if I lose, it's time to shoot a solca As you're dead I pull out the bag of mota Roll up the leo and up my joint Proud because I killed vato with my hollow point But am I to do when this vato is to strike me I kicked him two 'cause he got blood on my Nikes Fuck em, buck em, stuck em, who give a Oh you vatos want some petho, don't press your fucking luck But you'll die, (why) people to know my crazy life, mi vida loca en mi barrio
Simon the quette's at cha you see mi vida loca Giving you a taste, got the mad dog on my Oh you see the three dots, and I hear are the shots Bang bang bang, then away like nothing happened I usually the diziness but this time I wasn't feeling this I guess you could say this crazy vato is to it Making all you little fucking bite the bullet Bite the bullet I said the bullet, twice I pulled it Not giving a fuck you ese You got your lips wrapped around the barrel of my Now you're trying to tell me what yo to do They say your homies are after me, but saves que I'm them too It no fucking difference to me A young SD MG R-O-B up ey
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