Hey vato, that shit was pretty dope, A! But uh, another rola for The Homeboys, A! Kid Alright look man. I'm kick the first verse, but for the Of shit man you're gonna have to wait for hour three loco. Mi Loca! Listen, Listen, Garcia
Mi Loca, my crazy life And as I describe how my life is Or I say my life before I the doors 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 for any situation that would come up Zero tolerance which means I put up with I'm rolling on the with the raza If you cool, I was cool, cool Trip, I act the fool School you quicker than school teacher No split decision I straight beat ya With bare I grab you around your throat and choke ya Don't mess 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 packing a gun It was a .32 And there was no way in hell that I would let a Dumb sissy start talking smack Or work with a smirk and peel 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 afraid to ya My life, mi vida loca (Listen) mi loca (listen, listen)
Chicano groove, thang you move, make you sing, la vida So let's keep it cool, don't you band, chicano soul, la vida