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jayo felony - i'ma keep bangin' lyrics

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south east san diego in the m-th-f-ckin house
619
gangsta nation crew, n-gga
bullet loco
so get your m-th-f-ckin 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 n-ggas 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 cl!ck, no weak link or busters
just pimps and murderers and straight up hustlers
who ain’t givin a f-ck about a nine to five
when i can pull up on ya, blast that -ss and then drive
your car away, far away and leave you with a frame
sittin on bricks and that’s a m-th-f-ckin shame
you don’t know my name or the set that i claim
for years i let embalmin fluid take over my brain
k!llin over colors, f-ck 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 p-ssin on your floor cause i ain’t housebroken, b-tch
they snitched on the loc when i was bangin
but now on my nuts you’re hangin
and i just ask myself

yeah m-th-f-cka

why i gotta live like this?
you’re trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me

n-gga

[ verse 2: jayo felony ]
you must be on caine, speed, water, weed, hot c-ck or ready rock
it’s the bullet loco on the 47 block
on a mission as i’m gettin inside like edition
b-tches 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 m-th-f-ckin weatherman
b-tch, 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 f-ckin you
beatin up the poo-poo with my d-ck stuck in you
i might smoke anyone when i’m swimmin in the water
( ? ) to san diego news reporters
( ? ) puttin out a f-ckin hit
suck my d-ck, you’se a trick, your perspective ain’t sh-t
to my cl!ck i fl!ck a shermstick bud in your eye
bangin till i die
n-gga

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 m-th-f-ckin 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 sh-t pipe and tell that hoe to stop
but on my block you got them ends, you got the lleyo
my kids got a appet-te, 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
f-ck the drag, here i come with the gun, son
blast that -ss, 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
m-th-f-cka

why i gotta live like this?
you’re trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me

you must be on dope, n-gga
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, b-tch

- jayo felony lyrics

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