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