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Mi Vida Loca, my crazy And as I describe how 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 situation that come up Zero tolerance means I put up with nada I'm rolling on the with the raza If you were cool, I was cool, Trip, I act the fool School you quicker than school teacher No split decision I cold beat ya With bare hands I you around your throat and choke ya Don't mess my crazy life, mi vida loca My life 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 was no way in hell that I would ever let a Dumb punk sissy talking smack Or work a smirk and peel this cap Quicker than ass could peel an orange Give me a reason any little boy it's on It's like that I'm not to provoke ya My crazy life, mi loca (Listen) mi vida (listen, listen)
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