Spanish F.L.Y. - Loco Por Vida lyrics

[Ese Daz] Yeah Once again, it's on (Gangsta, gangsta) Spanish F.L.Y. got it goin' on (Gangsta, gangsta) Yeah (Gangsta, gangsta) Spanish F.L.Y The originators of this oldies gangsta sh** (Gangsta, gangsta) 18 With A Bullet, remember that? (Gangsta, gangsta) Mato la todo, soy 18 with a bullet (Gangsta, gangsta) Check it out (Gangsta, gangsta) The desperado (Gangsta, gangsta) [Verse 1: Ese Daz] Orale ese, pull the trigger and bust Spanish Fly Loco Youngsters don't give a f** 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 f** about gettin' shot cause that's the crazy life Vida loca For dealo c**a 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 [Chorus: Ese Daz] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ace] 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 sh** 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 s** 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, f**ing hoes everyday Hey [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 3: Johnny D] I was about 18 years old, crusing the streets of the hi-zzigh With a bald a** 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 s**ers wanna set trip, I'm a put on my tech nine and let loose Boom [Chorus] - 6X