Crazy Life Lyrics
| Song | Crazy Life |
| Artist | Lil Rob |
| Album | Crazy Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Royal T | |
| Shit, man | |
| **** that pinche jura ese | |
| If they only knew where the **** 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 | |
| **** these ****ing juras | |
| Can't **** with my crazy life | |
| Simon ese, I'm that crazy little vato roaming the barrio homeboy | |
| That's where you find me every ****ing night creeping | |
| Simon, it's my crazy life ese | |
| Mi vida loca | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| A crazy ass rola so let me tell ya | |
| A crazy ****ing rola from this crazy ****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 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 ****ing levas for ****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 | |
| (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 | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| 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 mother****ing 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 | |
| **** em, buck em, stuck em, who give a **** | |
| Oh you vatos want some petho, well don't press your ****ing 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 ****ing levas bite the ****** | |
| Bite the ****** I said mother****er | |
| Bite the ******, twice I pulled it | |
| Not giving a **** 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 ****ing difference to me | |
| A young SD MG L-I-L R-O-B | |
| What's up ey | |
| (Chorus 2X) |
| zuo qu : Royal T | |
| Shit, man | |
| that pinche jura ese | |
| If they only knew where the 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 | |
| these ing juras | |
| Can' t with my crazy life | |
| Simon ese, I' m that crazy little vato roaming the barrio homeboy | |
| That' s where you find me every ing night creeping | |
| Simon, it' s my crazy life ese | |
| Mi vida loca | |
| Verse 1 | |
| A crazy ass rola so let me tell ya | |
| A crazy ing rola from this crazy 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 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 ing levas for 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 2 | |
| 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 mother ing 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 le o 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 | |
| em, buck em, stuck em, who give a | |
| Oh you vatos want some petho, well don' t press your ing 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 ing levas bite the | |
| Bite the I said mother er | |
| Bite the , twice I pulled it | |
| Not giving a 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 ing difference to me | |
| A young SD MG LIL ROB | |
| What' s up ey | |
| Chorus 2X |
| zuò qǔ : Royal T | |
| Shit, man | |
| that pinche jura ese | |
| If they only knew where the 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 | |
| these ing juras | |
| Can' t with my crazy life | |
| Simon ese, I' m that crazy little vato roaming the barrio homeboy | |
| That' s where you find me every ing night creeping | |
| Simon, it' s my crazy life ese | |
| Mi vida loca | |
| Verse 1 | |
| A crazy ass rola so let me tell ya | |
| A crazy ing rola from this crazy 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 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 ing levas for 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 2 | |
| 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 mother ing 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 le o 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 | |
| em, buck em, stuck em, who give a | |
| Oh you vatos want some petho, well don' t press your ing 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 ing levas bite the | |
| Bite the I said mother er | |
| Bite the , twice I pulled it | |
| Not giving a 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 ing difference to me | |
| A young SD MG LIL ROB | |
| What' s up ey | |
| Chorus 2X |
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