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[intro Frost Kid Rich Garcia]
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Hey vato that shit was pretty dope A! But uh kick another rola for
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the
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homeboys A! Kid
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*tsk* alright look man. I'm gonna kick the first verse but for the
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rest
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of this shit man you're gonna have to wait for hour three loco. Mi
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Vida
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Loca! Frost
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Listen Listen Rich Garcia
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[verse 1 Frost]
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Mi Vida Loca my crazy life
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and as I describe how crazy my life is
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or should I say my life before
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I opened the doors
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to the world of show biz
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I was a troubled kid
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I never gave a second thought to the things I did
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quick to get up off on them fools who run up
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down for any situation that would come up
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zero tolerance which means I put up with nada
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I'm rolling on the boulevard with the raza
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If you were cool, I was cool, cool
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trip, I gotta act the fool
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school you quicker than your school teacher
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no split decision I straight cold beat ya
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with bare hands I grab you around your throat and choke ya
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don't mess with my crazy life, mi vida loca
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my crazy life
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at the age of twelve I started packing a knife
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back then, gangbanging was all but fun
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at the age of fourteen I started packing a gun
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it was a .32 Berretta
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and there was no way in hell that I would ever let a
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dumb punk sissy start talking smack
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or work with a smirk and peel this cap
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quicker than your ass could peel an orange
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give me a reason any reason little boy it's on
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it's like that I'm not afraid to provoke ya
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my crazy life, mi vida loca
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(listen) mi vida loca (listen, listen)
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[verse 2 - Rich Garcia]
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Chicano groove, latin thang
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make you move, make you sing, la vida
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so let's keep it cool, don't you know
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ghetto band, chicano soul, la vida
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listen
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listen
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listen
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listen
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Mi Vida Loca
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Kid Frost |