Mi vida loca Songtext
von Frost

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
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