
Date of issue: 16.09.2002
Song language: English
Loco Por Vida |
Orale ese, pull the trigger and bust |
Spanish Fly Loco Youngsters don’t give a fuck |
In '89, 18 With A Bullet and O.G. |
Lowrider |
In '99, loco, we’re still gettin' higher |
Off the yesca, jura, marijuana takes me to the place |
Where I think back |
Reminisce about the good ol' days |
Back in high school, sportin' Nike Cortez |
Panotin, Raider hat, and Ben Davis |
Like a fool |
Sorted through the streets at night |
Not giving a fuck about gettin' shot cause that’s the crazy life |
Vida loca |
For dealo coca |
Watch my back, lookin' out for the soca |
Cause it’s a must |
That I keep my eyes open at all times |
Like a soldier at war, staying awake to survive |
It’s a shame, man, he had to die |
But it’s reality |
Livin' La Vida Loca, gangsta mentality |
Crazy life in the barrio (Barrio) |
Drinking tequila out the bottle (Bottle) |
Bangin' to the fullest til the day we die |
Bald-headed, goatee in the gangsta rise |
Trucha |
They call me A-C-E |
Puttin' it down with the E-S-E D-A-Z |
Spanish F.L.Y. |
two, comin' through |
Droppin' gangsta shit |
For the pull of a led |
Where the hustlers make pay, slangin' yay |
In the streets, hidin' out from the cops |
Puttin' our rocks in the socks |
Making sure they don’t drop |
Cause it’s all about the dollar, dollar bill y’all |
Dinero |
The ferria |
The scrilla |
To buy the alcohol, weed |
And clothes we need |
Rent a hotel room and make a rata drop to her knees |
While she suck my dick, El Niko hits it from the back |
And Lil' Blue’s filming it |
Drinkin' cognac |
Making our own X-rated videos |
Selling it to the homie in the barrio |
Hun |
That’s how the locos do it in the H |
Crazy life, getting high, fucking hoes everyday |
Hey |
I was about 18 years old, crusing the streets of the hi-zzigh |
With a bald ass head, throwing up the H til I d-izzie |
Packing a pistol on these whinos like a desperado |
The two can kick with a draw of wits |
Dropping them points, that are hollow |
While are we |
Coming off |
Of a journey through the streets |
Music bumpin' House, Chronic, Coolsie, gradually |
We walks in, it ain’t nothing but a gangsta party |
White tees, shade, FEDs, a gang of weed and some 40's |
And these skirts |
Showing us so much, get so high |
They on fire |
We Spanish F.L.Y., we’ll taste the muzz, giving a female, we desire |
Oh yeah, Lil' Blue, showin' proof, spittin' game |
Me and Ace, in the back, smoking dank, feeling eazy |
DJ Bubu, give me the mic so I could blaze |
I got the homies saying «Ho,» and the ladies saying «Hey» |
As I leave |
With a skirt |
Looking as tight as a noose |
Suckers wanna set trip, I’m a put on my tech nine and let loose |
Boom |