Hey vato, that shit was pretty dope, A! But uh, kick another rola for   The   Homeboys, A! Kid   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      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)      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