SPANISH F.L.Y.

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

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[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 shit (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 fuck

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 fuck about gettin' shot cause that's the crazy life

Vida loca

For dealo coca

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 shit

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 suck 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, fucking hoes everyday

Hey

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Johnny D]

I was about 18 years old, crusing the streets of the hi-zzigh

With a bald ass 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

Suckers wanna set trip, I'm a put on my tech nine and let loose

Boom

[Chorus x6]

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