Living la vida loca
Living la vida loca
I know i missed your call too busy not giving a fuck at all
I know how it feel to not be invited or involved
Instead of crying and complaining i adapted and evolved
Jail cell might see my name you read the writings on the walls
Three hots and a cot we learned different ways not to get caught
Met a good girl her love felt like ointment on my scars
My old bitch see me living large she want to key my cars
Living la vida loca is the reason I'm never sober
Why that boy talk like a gangsta but he walk just like the rollas
I don't understand his motive
Damn these streets be the coldest
From saving pennys and quarters
Was on the internet serving now owners of brick and mortors
Don't give up is what they told us
Living la vida loca
Living la vida loca
Living la vida loca
Living the crazy life
Wanted me home but I was gone my mama tried to raise me right
Hard to sleep at night i got a gun my girl keep a knife you better speak polite
Exposed to gangsta shit round the same time i learned to read and write
California living the home of beaches and bridges
Good weed and Perfect weather that rarely reach triple digits
All i hear sirens and gunshots when I'm in the riches
I'm making phone calls making sure it ain't one of my niggas
Living la vida loca
Living la vida loca
Living la vida loca