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 verse, 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

[verse 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)

[verse 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