Hey vato, that shit was pretty dope, A! But uh, kick another for The Homeboys, A! Kid look man. I'm gonna kick the first verse, but for the Of this man you're gonna have to wait for hour three loco. Mi Loca! Listen, Listen, Garcia
Mi Vida Loca, my life And as I describe how crazy my is Or should I say my 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 act the fool School you quicker your school teacher No split decision I straight cold ya With bare hands I grab you around your and choke ya Don't with my crazy life, mi vida loca My crazy At the age of twelve I started packing a 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 that I ever let a Dumb sissy start talking smack Or work with a and peel this cap Quicker than your ass could 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 vida (Listen) mi loca (listen, listen)
Chicano groove, thang you move, make you sing, la vida So keep it cool, don't you know band, chicano soul, la vida