Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy Life, artist - Lil Rob. Album song Crazy Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.11.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Low Profile
Song language: English
Crazy Life |
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, 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 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 |
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 cuz 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 leño 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 |
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 |
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 |