One of many Mexicano poets but not saying that I'm king Down for the brown, I'll show it 'cause I know it is The brown crowd vida esta loco thing And
Guaranteed it would be O.N, I could see your kin Crouched up over in a humble position Praying hard oh my God if He only would listen Somos poco pero locos
. Doing my thing, all day, yeah, it's her Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back Tell me what you think about her Who you know with a flow so loco
know I blow 'em all away, Hey [Verse 1] The gig is over, The gig is over (Bitty bye-bye) The gig is over, The gig is over (When A play) The kid is older
a bat out of hell How I'm wetting the hoes You would swear a nigga just got out of jail I'm a MC, slash stick up kid Ask Pusha of all the shit I did
I know you know Ralph, up on T (?) He a Puerto Rican cat, yeah you know he eat out Walk around town with the weed and heat out And he loco in the coco
What you gonna play now Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up Every geto got a different name, but they all the same So Coolio loco gonna put you
in it comes in a (?) slowly cause of the Money man and that can be a dangerous thing cause when they Play with the paper Krayzie go loco insane nigga
Yeah, without a doubt, we up in here chillin' This is the Kid Capri And I'm in the house with Foxy Brown For the nine-pound, plus one And we got things
wit the best I'll have doc removin' fragments from your chest They say, "God's a forgivin' man", I hope He forgives Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid
Girls (Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow) I like the girls (Ay, loco, sing that one more time sound good, 'cuz) Girls, yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah) I like the girls (Give
connections Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin' Cross my path, shots blast instant Extort your ass the kid
man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin' automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid
' for status, some more than you got it All for cabbage as far as we got it So don't push me, I'm too close to the edge Bout to go loco on these niggas
it feel good to get love now And I'm up next to best, how ya lovin that cause it's really bout to go down (your next kid) No picture on the mound won
'll get loco from Acapulco to Japan Mister Whitey Ford gets terrain explored You perpetrate that fraud you must be out your gourd It's time to make like Greg Nice, kid
I never find a ? of the same kind But at the same time, I'm constantly writin' eulogies For my big homey locs and my loco g's Since '73 it seems death
You got to go Loco, this ain't no joke yo Too much hype on the television and radio What you wanna buy, and what you wanna be 'Cause what you want is