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Jayo Felony - I'ma Keep Bangin' lyrics
Prraw Haha South East San Diego in the muthafuckin house 619 Gangsta Nation crew, nigga Bullet Loco So get your muthafuckin facts straight Check it out [ VERSE 1: Jayo Felony ] What that Diego like? A Uzi or a Mack 10 Bullet Loco and I'm bailin with my niggas from the pen These snitches and tricks makin the set look real bad Instead of that rag, buster, you need a badge I gotta watch the pad real close for the break-in Cause suckers be fakin but it'll be no more mistakin Hand-pick my click, no weak link or busters Just pimps and murderers and straight up hustlers Who ain't givin a fuck about a nine to five When I can pull up on ya, blast that ass and then drive Your car away, far away and leave you with a frame Sittin on bricks and that's a muthafuckin shame You don't know my name or the set that I claim For years I let embalmin fluid take over my brain Killin over colors, fuck if it's my brother But if I hesitate on he draw I might not see another Day, some say ( ? ) smokin and I start chokin them bricks And I'm pissin on your floor cause I ain't housebroken, bitch They snitched on the Loc when I was bangin But now on my nuts you're hangin And I just ask myself Yeah muthafucka Why I gotta live like this? You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me Nigga [ VERSE 2: Jayo Felony ] You must be on caine, speed, water, weed, hot cock or ready rock It's the Bullet Loco on the 47 block On a mission as I'm gettin Inside like Edition Bitches are wishin they could be huggin up and kissin Me, but see Bullet Loco gon' stand with the upper hand Hookers be lyin like the muthafuckin weatherman Bitch, it ain't gon rain, it's a sunny day For my AK to spray and lay any hooker that wants to play play Taytay your baby kids were up and saw me fuckin you Beatin up the poo-poo with my dick stuck in you I might smoke anyone when I'm swimmin in the water ( ? ) to San Diego news reporters ( ? ) puttin out a fuckin hit Suck my dick, you'se a trick, your perspective ain't shit To my click I flick a shermstick bud in your eye Bangin till I die Nigga Yeah fool And it don't stop Why I gotta live like this? You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me [ VERSE 3: Jayo Felony ] My little homies walk the streets strapped ready to peel a cap So my enemy's gone on a muthafuckin map Six feet deep, his boys might try to creep I don't sleep, I keep my trigger finger on my heat Huh, and sho' enough here they come on a sneak tip But I got a AK-47 with a 50 round clip Buck - I hit the driver and he crashed Ran up on em busters and let em have it as I blast Tic toc, you don't stop, mama smokin crack rock Break that shit pipe and tell that hoe to stop But on my block you got them ends, you got the lleyo My kids got a appetite, so I just can't say no I'm cuttin up my brick just as soon as I can buy it I even got a sample of, here smoke and try it It's all about the street life, my knife and my rag The Loc used to sag even when I played tag Fuck the drag, here I come with the gun, son Blast that ass, question later, I ain't the one Toss up the Thunderbird, never leave a homie hangin Cause Bullet Loc ain't goin out, fool... And I just ask myself Muthafucka Why I gotta live like this? You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me You must be on dope, nigga Yeah and it don't stop Why I gotta live like this? You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me You must be on dope, bitch |
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