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