Crazy Life Lyrics - Crazy Life - Lil' Rob

Shit, man 

Fuck that pinche jura ese 

If they only knew where the fuck I was, right 

Right underneath their pinche puerco noses and shit 

They ain't gonna catch me ese 

I'm too Goddamn sly, slick, and wicked 

Fuck these fucking juras 

Can't fuck with my crazy life 

Simon ese, I'm that crazy little vato roaming the barrio homeboy 

That's where you find me every fucking night creeping 

Simon, it's my crazy life ese 

Mi vida loca 

A crazy ass rola so let me tell ya 

A crazy fucking rola from this crazy fucking 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 ass 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, 'cause 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 fucking levas for fucking 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 

[Chorus] 

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 shit 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 'cause they're thinking that crime pays 

Damn Raza, we got to change our evil ways 

But back to this motherfucking wickedness 

All these punks talking shit 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 leo 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 'cause he got blood on my Nikes 

Fuck em, buck em, stuck em, who give a fuck 

Oh you vatos want some petho, well don't press your fucking luck 

But you'll die, (why) people want to know 

It's my crazy life, mi vida loca en mi barrio 

[Chorus] 

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 fucking levas bite the bullet 

Bite the bullet I said motherfucker 

Bite the bullet, twice I pulled it 

Not giving a fuck 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 fucking difference to me 

A young SD MG L-I-L R-O-B 

What's up ey 

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