%#@!, man
$#&@ that pinche jura ese
If they only knew where the $#&@ I was, right

Right underneath their pinche puerco noses and %#@!
They ain't gonna catch me ese
I'm too !@%& sly, slick, and wicked

$#&@ these $#&@ing juras
Can't $#&@ with my crazy life
Simon ese, I'm that crazy little vato roaming the barrio homeboy

That's where you find me every $#&@ing night creeping
Simon, it's my crazy life ese
Mi vida loca


A crazy $$# rola so let me tell ya
A crazy $#&@ing rola from this crazy $#&@ing 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 $$# 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 $#&@ing levas for $#&@ing 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

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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 %#@! 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 mother$#&@ing wickedness

All these punks talking %#@! 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
$#&@ em, buck em, stuck em, who give a $#&@

Oh you vatos want some petho, well don't press your $#&@ing 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 $#&@ing levas bite the bullet
Bite the bullet I said mother$#&@er
Bite the bullet, twice I pulled it

Not giving a $#&@ 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 $#&@ing difference to me

A young SD MG L-I-L R-O-B
What's up ey

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