Mi Vida Loca Lil Rob (Ft. Ese Daz)

[Verse 1: Lil Rob]
Mi vida loca, sitting low in my troca
My 4-9 bomba, getting bombed off the mota
I'm what you call a grifo, estoy prendido
Locked up in my own prison, man, I been torcido
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
Back when I was hollow, I'm still malo
Fuck tomorrow
Ey, 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 because talkin' just ain't gangsta, what!

[Lil Rob:] That's right
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
[Ese Daz:] Let me do this for the Harbor Area, Rob
[Lil Rob:] Doce Diez y Ocho
That's right, we put it down, loco