Kid Frost 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
