Mi Vida Loca

Hey vato, that shit was pretty dope, A! But uh, kick another rola for The Homeboys, A! - Kid *Tsk* alright look man. I'm gonna kick the first, but for the Rest Of this shit man you're gonna have to wait for hour three loco. Mi Vida Loca! - Frost Listen, Listen - Rich Garcia (1 - Frost) Mi Vida Loca, my crazy life And as I describe how crazy my life is Or should I say my life before I opened the doors To the world of show biz I was a troubled kid I never gave a second thought to the things I did Quick to get up off on them fools who run up Down for any situation that would come up Zero tolerance which means I put up with nada I'm rolling on the boulevard with the raza If you were cool, I was cool, cool Trip, I gotta act the fool School you quicker than your school teacher No split decision I straight cold beat ya With bare hands I grab you around your throat and choke ya Don't mess with my crazy life, mi vida loca My crazy life At the age of twelve I started packing a knife Back then, gangbanging was all but fun At the age of fourteen I started packing a gun It was a .32 Berretta And there was no way in hell that I would ever let a Dumb punk sissy start talking smack Or work with a smirk and peel this cap Quicker than your ass could peel an orange Give me a reason any reason little boy it's on It's like that I'm not afraid to provoke ya My crazy life, mi vida loca (Listen) mi vida loca (listen, listen) (2 - Rich Garcia) Chicano groove, latin thang Make you move, make you sing, la vida So let's keep it cool, don't you know Ghetto band, chicano soul, la vida Listen Listen Listen Listen