Hey vato, that shit was dope, A! But uh, kick another rola for The Homeboys, A! Kid look man. I'm gonna kick the first verse, but for the Of this shit man you're gonna have to wait for three loco. Mi Loca! Listen, Listen, Rich
Mi Vida Loca, my crazy And as I describe how crazy my is Or I say my life before I opened the To the of show biz I was a kid I never gave a second thought to the I did Quick to get up off on fools who run up for any situation that would come up Zero tolerance which I put up with nada I'm on the boulevard with the raza If you cool, I was cool, cool Trip, I act the fool School you than your school teacher No split decision I cold beat ya With bare hands I you around your throat and choke ya Don't mess with my crazy life, mi vida My crazy At the age of I started packing a knife then, gangbanging was all but fun At the age of fourteen I packing a gun It was a .32 And there was no way in hell I would ever let a Dumb punk sissy start smack Or work with a and peel this cap Quicker than ass could peel an orange me a reason any reason little boy it's on It's like that I'm not to provoke ya My life, mi vida loca (Listen) mi loca (listen, listen)
Chicano groove, thang Make you move, make you sing, la So let's keep it cool, you know Ghetto band, soul, la vida