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Mi Vida Loca, my crazy And as I describe how crazy my is Or I say my life before I opened the To the of show biz I was a kid I never gave a second thought to the 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 rolling on the boulevard the raza If you were cool, I was cool, Trip, I act the fool School you quicker your school teacher No split decision I cold beat ya With bare hands I grab you around your throat and ya mess 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 packing a gun It was a .32 And there was no way in hell I would ever 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 I'm not afraid to provoke ya My crazy life, mi vida (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