Jayo Felony - I'ma Keep Bangin' lyrics

Prraw Haha South East San Diego in the muthaf**in house 619 Gangsta Nation crew, n***a Bullet Loco So get your muthaf**in 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***as 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 s**ers 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 f** about a nine to five When I can pull up on ya, blast that a** and then drive Your car away, far away and leave you with a frame Sittin on bricks and that's a muthaf**in shame You don't know my name or the set that I claim For years I let embalmin fluid take over my brain k**in over colors, f** 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, b**h They snitched on the Loc when I was bangin But now on my nuts you're hangin And I just ask myself Yeah muthaf**a Why I gotta live like this? You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me n***a [VERSE 2: Jayo Felony] You must be on caine, speed, water, weed, hot co*k or ready rock It's the Bullet Loco on the 47 block On a mission as I'm gettin Inside like Edition b**hes 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 muthaf**in weatherman b**h, 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**in 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 f**in hit s** my dick, you'se a trick, your perspective ain't sh** To my click I flick a shermstick bud in your eye Bangin till I die n***a 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 muthaf**in 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** 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 f** the drag, here I come with the gun, son Blast that a**, 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 Muthaf**a Why I gotta live like this? You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me You must be on dope, n***a 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**h