Hey vato, that shit was pretty dope, A! But uh, kick another for The Homeboys, A! Kid Alright look man. I'm gonna kick the verse, but for the Of shit man you're gonna have to wait for hour three loco. Mi Loca! Listen, Listen, Rich
Mi Loca, my crazy life And as I how crazy my life is Or I say my life before I opened the To the of show biz I was a kid I never a second thought to the things I did Quick to get up off on fools who run up for any situation that would come up Zero tolerance means I put up with nada I'm on the boulevard with the raza If you were cool, I was cool, Trip, I gotta act the School you quicker than your teacher No split decision I cold beat ya With bare hands I grab you around your throat and ya Don't mess with my life, mi vida loca My crazy At the age of twelve I started a knife then, gangbanging was all but fun At the age of fourteen I started 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 than your ass could peel an orange Give me a 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)
groove, latin thang Make you move, make you sing, la So let's keep it cool, you know Ghetto band, chicano soul, la