Mi Vida Loca Lyrics - Singles - Kid Frost

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