Jay-O-Felony - Gang Bangin sh** lyrics

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Jay-O-Felony - Gang Bangin sh** lyrics

[Spice 1] I pack two .44's like Yosemite Sam Muthaf**as come up shorter than the ghetto gram If you sh**tin out a bag, n***a my job ain't finished Got you runnin across the street like do +Menace+ 20 inches of Dayton spoke through the neck of the n***as Wipe my chrome off; it only took a second to k** em Went through hospital halls, late night like Michael Myers It ain't over till it's over when you f**in with real riders n***as try to pack doobies, pistol whip em and beat em Light they muthaf**in a** up like the Oakland Coliseum n***a you seeing 20/20 when I'm rolling these 20s" Then I second points in 'em with this thug sh** in me n***a s** a duck, when the pistal holla Pop n***as domes like a crystal bottle sh**, I pop n***as like I'm poppin my colla Catch a n***a takin a sh** and hit em with choppa [Chorus: Jayo Felony] Yeah! Ya stupid b**h, ya keep makin us rich Off this f**in gang bangin sh** Yeah! Ya stupid trick, you could keep makin us rich Off this f**in gang bangin sh** Yeah! Cus the muthaf**in p**y stay wet Off this f**in gang bangin sh** Yeah, yeah! These hoes gotta stay wet Even though it's gang bangin sh** [Jayo Felony] I f**ed up his French braids Man his whole stockin cap got stretched out Get the stretcher and stretched him out I leave 'em all narrow minded and legally blinded Strain and squint but still you can't see sh** It's One-Shot k** till they all fall dead His folks get the 8 ball to they bald head Bullet Loco like what then wrong While they in they "Thong, Thong, Thong" I bang like King Kong It's Peer Pressure; you might find me in the slammer For beatin n***as to the head bumpa jacks and Dayton hammers And for the MURDA! I stick to Alabama Do up, she ain't give a f** if it was on I pop hot rocks at his curly tops In front of his girly drop Sorry his life had to take an early Errrrr! Make sure he was dead and not Errrrr! Bust a couple of more to n***a, then I Errrrr! Do a loco we banged up and out No doubt, who got the clout? Ouch If ain't no hit, the Dulo gang don't spit Cus the p**y gotta get wet Even though it's gang bangin sh** Uh, uh, the b**h p**y gotta stay wet Even though it's gang bangin sh** Uh, what, the b**h p**y gotta stay wet Even though it's gang bangin sh**