Ese Daz, Lil Rob - Mi Vida Loca lyrics

Mi vida loca, sitting low in my troka
My 4-9 bomba, getting bombed off the mota
Or what you call it, "grifo, " estoy prendido
Locked up in my own prison, man
I been torsido
Might be a flaco, but I pack a putaso
That's on my nickname, Lil Rob, my placaso
I used to paint it like Picasso, pinche vato
And back when I was hollow, I'm still malo
Fuck tomorrow hey, fuck tomorrow, holmes
And the day that follows
Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano
Soy Chicano spittin' calo
I could put you in the right direction
But can't hold your mano
They think they're gangstas
Cause they're talkin' like some gangstas
But, gangsters don't talk, cause
Talkin' just ain't gangsta what

It's ya homeboy, Ese Lil Rob
San Diego, Califa, chrome boy
Puttin' it down for the brown side of town
That's right twelve Eighteen


That's right, we put it down, loco

Orale, holmes, I'm sippin' on patron
It's Ese Daz, from the HA, 3-1-0 rollin'
Cruisin' to the barrio
The area that's scaring ya
And you don't wanna go show no mercy
Like the veteranos
We still kick it, throw on the sly
Slick and wicked
And turn up the oldies a little higher
And drive a little slower
Like the OG lowrider mi pluma tira sangre
Historias de las calles
War stories in the neighborhood
Little locos up to no good
We show no shame, put it down for the brown
Chicano style, representing it proud
That's what we do when we do
You don't like it, fuck you, too
Ten years in the game, it's all the same
Fuck the fame had a name
I do it for the homies in the bombas
Bumpin' tapes wey

What's up, Lil Rob
It's only the beginning, homeboy
A tip of the iceberg get ready
'07 '08
'09 but in 2010
I might just pull a ghost like
The homie Ese Rich Rock eh