Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'ma Keep Bangin', artist - Jayo Felony. Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Song language: English
I'ma Keep Bangin' |
| Prraw |
| Haha |
| South East San Diego in the muthafuckin house |
| Gangsta Nation crew, nigga |
| Bullet Loco |
| So get your muthafuckin facts straight |
| Check it out |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |