Hey vato, shit was pretty dope, A! But uh, kick another rola for The Homeboys, A! Kid Alright look man. I'm gonna the first 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 world of biz I was a kid I never gave a second to the things I did Quick to get up off on fools who run up Down for any situation that would 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 straight beat ya With hands I grab you around your throat and choke ya mess with my crazy life, mi vida loca My life At the age of twelve I packing 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 that I would ever let a Dumb sissy start talking smack Or work with a smirk and this cap Quicker than your ass could peel an Give me a reason any reason little boy on like that I'm not afraid to provoke ya My crazy life, mi loca (Listen) mi loca (listen, listen)
Chicano groove, latin Make you move, make you sing, la So keep it cool, don't you know Ghetto band, soul, la vida