OG Kid Frost — Mi Vida Loca

[Intro Dialogue] Hey vato, that shit was pretty dope, A! But uh, kick another rola for the homeboys, A! Kid Frost: *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! [Rich Garcia] Listen... listen [Verse 1: Kid 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'd 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 got to act the fool School you quicker than your school teacher No split decision I straight cold beat you With bare hands I grab you around your throat and choke you 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 you My crazy life, mi vida loca (Listen...) Mi vida loca (Listen... listen... listen...) [Verse 2: Rich Garcia] It's a Chicano groove, Latin thing Make you move, make you sing, la vida So let's keep it cool, don't you know Can't hold back, Chicano soul, la vida Listen... Listen... Listen... Listen...