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