Lil Rob crazy life Lyrics

s___, man
f___ that pinche jura ese
If they only knew where the f___ I was, right
Right underneath their pinche puerco noses and s___
They ain't gonna catch me ese
I'm too g______ sly, slick, and wicked
f___ these f___ing juras
Can't f___ with my crazy life
Simon ese, I'm that crazy little vato roaming the barrio homeboy
That's where you find me every f___ing night creeping
Simon, it's my crazy life ese
Mi vida loca

A crazy a__ rola so let me tell ya
A crazy f___ing rola from this crazy f___ing fella
Sort of like Capone, Godfather, or Scarface
A crazy little vato brought up in my crazy race
(What race is that?) The race of the Brownest
Where every Mexicano lives to be the downest
Crazy a__ stories plotted in a crazy barrio
Where the vatos do bad but have nothing to be sorry for
Shooting down putos, an everyday thing
Someone call the ambulance, cuz the fat hyna sings
But it's not over, seems like it will never end
Just when you think it's through, nah holmes it just begins
Over and over sort of like a loop
Someone gets shot, it's time to go back and shoot
Those f___ing levas for f___ing around with the wrong man, but
Should have thought before your actions, so holmes I'm too clever
Everything I've seen, everything I've heard, but you can't amaze me
Mi vida loca, life is crazy

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It's called the crazy life
Mi vida loca
It's called the crazy life
Mi vida loca
It's called the crazy life
Mi vida loca
It's called the crazy life

Back with some s___ that some people flip on
Before your trip ese, here's something for you to trip on
Talking about killings, and living life in a craze
Smoking Mary Jane, hell sprung in a daze
Sick of pulling crumbs cuz they're thinking that crime pays
d___ Raza, we got to change our evil ways
But back to this m_________ing wickedness
All these punks talking s___ and I'm sick of this
Talking about I'm bigger than you so what you gonna do
I'm the vato holding a shotgun, you're the vato holding the .22
But just because I'm smaller don't mean that I won't fight ya
Do anything to win even if I have to bite ya
And if I lose, it's time to shoot down a solca
As you're lying dead I pull out the bag of mota
Roll up the le駉 and spark up my joint
Proud because I killed this vato with my hollow point
But what am I to do when this vato is to strike me
I kicked him two times cuz he got blood on my Nikes
f___ em, buck em, stuck em, who give a f___
Oh you vatos want some petho, well don't press your f___ing luck
But you'll die, (why) people want to know
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
Giving you a taste, got the mad dog on my face
Oh you see the three dots, and I hear are the three shots
Bang bang bang, then walk away like nothing happened
I usually feel the diziness but this time I wasn't feeling this
I guess you could say this crazy vato is used to it
Making all you little f___ing levas bite the bullet
Bite the bullet I said m_________er
Bite the bullet, twice I pulled it
Not giving a f___ about you ese
You got your lips wrapped around the barrel of my quette
Now you're trying to tell me what yo want to do
They say your homies are after me, but saves que I'm after them too
It makes no f___ing difference to me
A young SD MG L-I-L R-O-B
What's up ey

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