JAYO FELONY - I'ma Keep Bangin' lyrics

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South East San Diego in the muthafuckin house

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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