Hey vato, that shit was pretty dope, A! But uh, kick another for The Homeboys, A! Kid Alright look man. I'm gonna the first verse, but for the Of this shit man you're gonna have to for hour three loco. Mi Loca! Listen, Listen, Garcia
Mi Loca, my crazy life And as I how crazy my life is Or should I say my before I the doors To the of show biz I was a kid I never a second thought to the things I did to get up off on them fools who run up Down for any situation that come up Zero tolerance means I put up with nada I'm rolling on the boulevard the raza If you were cool, I was cool, Trip, I act the fool School you quicker than your school No split decision I straight beat ya With bare hands I grab you around throat and choke ya Don't mess with my life, mi vida loca My life At the age of twelve I started a knife 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 I would ever let a Dumb punk sissy start talking Or work with a smirk and peel cap Quicker than your ass peel an orange Give me a reason any little boy it's on It's that I'm not afraid to provoke ya My crazy life, mi loca (Listen) mi loca (listen, listen)
Chicano groove, thang Make you move, make you sing, la So let's it cool, don't you know Ghetto band, soul, la vida