Hey vato, shit was pretty dope, A! But uh, kick another rola for The Homeboys, A! Kid Alright look man. I'm gonna kick the verse, but for the Of this shit man you're gonna to wait for hour three loco. Mi Loca! Listen, Listen, Garcia
Mi Vida Loca, my life And as I how crazy my life is Or I say my life before I the doors To the of show biz I was a kid I never gave a thought to the things I did to get up off on them fools who run up Down for any situation that would up Zero which means I put up with nada I'm on the boulevard with the raza If you cool, I was cool, cool Trip, I gotta act the you quicker than your school teacher No split decision I cold beat ya With hands I grab you around your throat and choke ya Don't mess with my crazy life, mi loca My crazy At the age of twelve I started packing a Back then, was all but fun At the age of I started packing a gun It was a .32 And there was no way in hell that I ever let a Dumb punk start talking smack Or work with a and peel this cap Quicker than your ass could peel an Give me a any reason little boy it's on like that I'm not afraid to provoke ya My crazy life, mi loca (Listen) mi vida (listen, listen)
Chicano groove, latin you move, make you sing, la vida So let's keep it cool, don't you band, chicano soul, la vida