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Shit, man Folien Beschriftungen Fuck that pinche jura ese If they only knew where the fuck I was, right Right underneath their pinche puerco noses and shit They ain't gonna catch me ese I'm too Goddamn sly, slick, and wicked Fuck these fucking juras Can't fuck with my crazy life Simon ese, I'm that crazy little vato roaming the barrio homeboy That's where you find me every fucking night creeping Simon, it's my crazy life ese Mi vida loca
A crazy ass rola so let me tell ya A crazy fucking rola from this crazy fucking fella Sort of like Capone, Godfather, or Scarface A crazy little vato brought up in my crazy race (What race is that?) The race of the Brownest Where every Mexicano lives to be the downest Crazy ass stories plotted in a crazy barrio Where the vatos do bad but have nothing to be sorry for Shooting down putos, an everyday thing Someone call the ambulance, cuz the fat hyna sings But it's not over, seems like it will never end Just when you think it's through, nah holmes it just begins Over and over sort of like a loop Someone gets shot, it's time to go back and shoot Those fucking levas for fucking around with the wrong man, but Should have thought before your actions, so holmes I'm too clever Everything I've seen, everything I've heard, but you can't amaze me Mi vida loca, life is crazy
[Chorus] It's called the crazy life Mi vida loca It's called the crazy life Mi vida loca It's called the crazy life Mi vida loca It's called the crazy life
Back with some shit that some people flip on Before your trip ese, here's something for you to trip on Talking about killings, and living life in a craze Smoking Mary Jane, hell sprung in a daze Sick of pulling crumbs cuz they're thinking that crime pays Damn Raza, we got to change our evil ways But back to this motherfucking wickedness All these punks talking shit and I'm sick of this Talking about I'm bigger than you so what you gonna do I'm the vato holding a shotgun, you're the vato holding the .22 But just because I'm smaller don't mean that I won't fight ya Do anything to win even if I have to bite ya And if I lose, it's time to shoot down a solca As you're lying dead I pull out the bag of mota Roll up the leño and spark up my joint Proud because I killed this vato with my hollow point But what am I to do when this vato is to strike me I kicked him two times cuz he got blood on my Nikes Fuck em, buck em, stuck em, who give a fuck Oh you vatos want some petho, well don't press your fucking luck But you'll die, (why) people want to know It's my crazy life, mi vida loca en mi barrio
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Simon the quette's pointed at cha you see mi vida loca Giving you a taste, got the mad dog on my face Oh you see the three dots, and I hear are the three shots Bang bang bang, then walk away like nothing happened I usually feel the diziness but this time I wasn't feeling this I guess you could say this crazy vato is used to it Making all you little fucking levas bite the bullet Bite the bullet I said motherfucker Bite the bullet, twice I pulled it Not giving a fuck about you ese You got your lips wrapped around the barrel of my quette Now you're trying to tell me what yo want to do They say your homies are after me, but saves que I'm after them too It makes no fucking difference to me A young SD MG L-I-L R-O-B What's up ey
