Shells Stackin' Up Lyrics
| Song | Shells Stackin' Up |
| Artist | Lil Rob |
| Album | Crazy Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Royal T | |
| I got that A to the mother****ing K | |
| {Lil Rob - Verse 1:} | |
| Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about thirty rounds | |
| Out my thrity round clip, you can even hear the sounds | |
| Of the shells when they hit the ground | |
| But you know they're right down | |
| Can't take chances if you plan to **** around | |
| Leaving prints on a shell, life in a jail cell | |
| With no bail living life in Hell | |
| So I precede to be the sly, slick, and wicked | |
| But will I get caught? In the mean time a puto gets shot | |
| I say it's nothing if you ask me | |
| I got pumps, you can call them punks man, they wanna blast me | |
| That only figures when you're living life crazy | |
| They wanna keep me from rapping cuz they know it pays me | |
| Orale that's what I say | |
| Orale puto that's what I say before I spray | |
| All them ****ing levas and I cap cap cap | |
| And then I come back and make a firme rap rap rap | |
| And tell everybody what I just did | |
| Lined up some levas and I just got rid | |
| Of a couple right on the double, I'm nothing but trouble | |
| But when it comes to hynas I'm the one that likes to cuddle | |
| But right now the shells are stacking up | |
| I got my thirty rendevous and fools are backing up | |
| I got that AK in the trunk for punks that wanna act dumb | |
| **** the fourty round clip, I got the seventy five round drum | |
| You vatos tempt me now I don't give a **** | |
| Size don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| (I got that A to the mother****ing K) | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| (I got that A to the mother****ing K) | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| (I got that A to the mother****ing K) | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| (I got that A to the mother****ing K) | |
| {Lil Rob - Verse 2:} | |
| Simon they got me on the leva | |
| Don't give a shit, I'm listo | |
| Homies drinking besto, one smoking up the crystal | |
| I've got the pistol in my hand keeping trucha | |
| For any rivals or the jura | |
| The ones rolling down the hood is dead tonight | |
| Something's gonna happen just like it always does right | |
| We're in a spot where we see them but they can't see us | |
| So when they try to bust we bust on them busters | |
| Now hiding out, just keeping trucha | |
| Roll through my hood, just think that we might shoot ya | |
| You won't leave without bullet holes ese | |
| So it doesn't matter to me if you got your quette | |
| Cuz you won't know where the **** to shoot back | |
| All you hear is rata-tat-tat rata-tat-tat | |
| And if you roll through it's time for the payback | |
| Time to cruise your hood holmes, now what you think about that | |
| I'll roll your ****ing hood without a care | |
| See some levas over here so some levas over there | |
| What the **** are they gonna do to me | |
| Cuz I'm too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-D | |
| Soy chingon, **** em all | |
| See some levas standing then you see some levas fall | |
| As I spray and make their day | |
| Say "**** you putos" now it's time for the get away | |
| But I can't split until at least one dies | |
| So I got back and give the vato a Columbian Necktie | |
| Oh shit, here comes his homies around the corner, they're coming | |
| Should I be running? **** no, I should be gunning | |
| Pull out my quette from behind my belt, shit | |
| Because these vatos just want to be delt with | |
| You **** with me man, I don't give a **** | |
| Size don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| (I got that A to the mother****ing K) | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| (I got that A to the mother****ing K) | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| (I got that A to the mother****ing K) | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| (I got that A to the mother****ing K) | |
| {Lil Rob - Verse 3:} | |
| A crazy little vato when I'm stacking up the balas | |
| I don' give a **** about you punk ass chavas | |
| Simon, I bring down my locs | |
| Gotta look good when I kill so I sparkle up the spokes | |
| You see you're nothing but a lop | |
| You think that you can rap? Bitch you can't even walk | |
| It's like wibble y wobble y wibble y wobble | |
| You're a chicken, you're a turkey, bawk bawk, gobble gobble | |
| Simon, when you gobble my nutts | |
| You get this kind of treatment cuz you're nothing but punks | |
| But uh, enough about you fools | |
| I'm not saying all that but next to you I'm way cool | |
| And to you people that wanna know, I'll let you guess | |
| Yeah to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown Crowd's the best | |
| And I'm stacking up the shells | |
| Having an Oh What A Night sort of like the Dells | |
| But not in love, I'm on a killing spree | |
| Killing off you ****ing putos who **** with me | |
| So remember this ese when I don't give a **** | |
| Keep trucha homey cuz my shells'll be stacking up | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| (I got that A to the mother****ing K) | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| (I got that A to the mother****ing K) | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| (I got that A to the mother****ing K) | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| (I got that A to the mother****ing K) | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie |
| zuo qu : Royal T | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| Lil Rob Verse 1: | |
| Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about thirty rounds | |
| Out my thrity round clip, you can even hear the sounds | |
| Of the shells when they hit the ground | |
| But you know they' re right down | |
| Can' t take chances if you plan to around | |
| Leaving prints on a shell, life in a jail cell | |
| With no bail living life in Hell | |
| So I precede to be the sly, slick, and wicked | |
| But will I get caught? In the mean time a puto gets shot | |
| I say it' s nothing if you ask me | |
| I got pumps, you can call them punks man, they wanna blast me | |
| That only figures when you' re living life crazy | |
| They wanna keep me from rapping cuz they know it pays me | |
| Orale that' s what I say | |
| Orale puto that' s what I say before I spray | |
| All them ing levas and I cap cap cap | |
| And then I come back and make a firme rap rap rap | |
| And tell everybody what I just did | |
| Lined up some levas and I just got rid | |
| Of a couple right on the double, I' m nothing but trouble | |
| But when it comes to hynas I' m the one that likes to cuddle | |
| But right now the shells are stacking up | |
| I got my thirty rendevous and fools are backing up | |
| I got that AK in the trunk for punks that wanna act dumb | |
| the fourty round clip, I got the seventy five round drum | |
| You vatos tempt me now I don' t give a | |
| Size don' t mean shit when my shells are stacking up | |
| Chorus: | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| Lil Rob Verse 2: | |
| Simon they got me on the leva | |
| Don' t give a shit, I' m listo | |
| Homies drinking besto, one smoking up the crystal | |
| I' ve got the pistol in my hand keeping trucha | |
| For any rivals or the jura | |
| The ones rolling down the hood is dead tonight | |
| Something' s gonna happen just like it always does right | |
| We' re in a spot where we see them but they can' t see us | |
| So when they try to bust we bust on them busters | |
| Now hiding out, just keeping trucha | |
| Roll through my hood, just think that we might shoot ya | |
| You won' t leave without bullet holes ese | |
| So it doesn' t matter to me if you got your quette | |
| Cuz you won' t know where the to shoot back | |
| All you hear is ratatattat ratatattat | |
| And if you roll through it' s time for the payback | |
| Time to cruise your hood holmes, now what you think about that | |
| I' ll roll your ing hood without a care | |
| See some levas over here so some levas over there | |
| What the are they gonna do to me | |
| Cuz I' m too sly, too slick, too WICKED | |
| Soy chingon, em all | |
| See some levas standing then you see some levas fall | |
| As I spray and make their day | |
| Say " you putos" now it' s time for the get away | |
| But I can' t split until at least one dies | |
| So I got back and give the vato a Columbian Necktie | |
| Oh shit, here comes his homies around the corner, they' re coming | |
| Should I be running? no, I should be gunning | |
| Pull out my quette from behind my belt, shit | |
| Because these vatos just want to be delt with | |
| You with me man, I don' t give a | |
| Size don' t mean shit when my shells are stacking up | |
| Chorus: | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| Lil Rob Verse 3: | |
| A crazy little vato when I' m stacking up the balas | |
| I don' give a about you punk ass chavas | |
| Simon, I bring down my locs | |
| Gotta look good when I kill so I sparkle up the spokes | |
| You see you' re nothing but a lop | |
| You think that you can rap? Bitch you can' t even walk | |
| It' s like wibble y wobble y wibble y wobble | |
| You' re a chicken, you' re a turkey, bawk bawk, gobble gobble | |
| Simon, when you gobble my nutts | |
| You get this kind of treatment cuz you' re nothing but punks | |
| But uh, enough about you fools | |
| I' m not saying all that but next to you I' m way cool | |
| And to you people that wanna know, I' ll let you guess | |
| Yeah to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown Crowd' s the best | |
| And I' m stacking up the shells | |
| Having an Oh What A Night sort of like the Dells | |
| But not in love, I' m on a killing spree | |
| Killing off you ing putos who with me | |
| So remember this ese when I don' t give a | |
| Keep trucha homey cuz my shells' ll be stacking up | |
| Chorus: | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie |
| zuò qǔ : Royal T | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| Lil Rob Verse 1: | |
| Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about thirty rounds | |
| Out my thrity round clip, you can even hear the sounds | |
| Of the shells when they hit the ground | |
| But you know they' re right down | |
| Can' t take chances if you plan to around | |
| Leaving prints on a shell, life in a jail cell | |
| With no bail living life in Hell | |
| So I precede to be the sly, slick, and wicked | |
| But will I get caught? In the mean time a puto gets shot | |
| I say it' s nothing if you ask me | |
| I got pumps, you can call them punks man, they wanna blast me | |
| That only figures when you' re living life crazy | |
| They wanna keep me from rapping cuz they know it pays me | |
| Orale that' s what I say | |
| Orale puto that' s what I say before I spray | |
| All them ing levas and I cap cap cap | |
| And then I come back and make a firme rap rap rap | |
| And tell everybody what I just did | |
| Lined up some levas and I just got rid | |
| Of a couple right on the double, I' m nothing but trouble | |
| But when it comes to hynas I' m the one that likes to cuddle | |
| But right now the shells are stacking up | |
| I got my thirty rendevous and fools are backing up | |
| I got that AK in the trunk for punks that wanna act dumb | |
| the fourty round clip, I got the seventy five round drum | |
| You vatos tempt me now I don' t give a | |
| Size don' t mean shit when my shells are stacking up | |
| Chorus: | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| Lil Rob Verse 2: | |
| Simon they got me on the leva | |
| Don' t give a shit, I' m listo | |
| Homies drinking besto, one smoking up the crystal | |
| I' ve got the pistol in my hand keeping trucha | |
| For any rivals or the jura | |
| The ones rolling down the hood is dead tonight | |
| Something' s gonna happen just like it always does right | |
| We' re in a spot where we see them but they can' t see us | |
| So when they try to bust we bust on them busters | |
| Now hiding out, just keeping trucha | |
| Roll through my hood, just think that we might shoot ya | |
| You won' t leave without bullet holes ese | |
| So it doesn' t matter to me if you got your quette | |
| Cuz you won' t know where the to shoot back | |
| All you hear is ratatattat ratatattat | |
| And if you roll through it' s time for the payback | |
| Time to cruise your hood holmes, now what you think about that | |
| I' ll roll your ing hood without a care | |
| See some levas over here so some levas over there | |
| What the are they gonna do to me | |
| Cuz I' m too sly, too slick, too WICKED | |
| Soy chingon, em all | |
| See some levas standing then you see some levas fall | |
| As I spray and make their day | |
| Say " you putos" now it' s time for the get away | |
| But I can' t split until at least one dies | |
| So I got back and give the vato a Columbian Necktie | |
| Oh shit, here comes his homies around the corner, they' re coming | |
| Should I be running? no, I should be gunning | |
| Pull out my quette from behind my belt, shit | |
| Because these vatos just want to be delt with | |
| You with me man, I don' t give a | |
| Size don' t mean shit when my shells are stacking up | |
| Chorus: | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| Lil Rob Verse 3: | |
| A crazy little vato when I' m stacking up the balas | |
| I don' give a about you punk ass chavas | |
| Simon, I bring down my locs | |
| Gotta look good when I kill so I sparkle up the spokes | |
| You see you' re nothing but a lop | |
| You think that you can rap? Bitch you can' t even walk | |
| It' s like wibble y wobble y wibble y wobble | |
| You' re a chicken, you' re a turkey, bawk bawk, gobble gobble | |
| Simon, when you gobble my nutts | |
| You get this kind of treatment cuz you' re nothing but punks | |
| But uh, enough about you fools | |
| I' m not saying all that but next to you I' m way cool | |
| And to you people that wanna know, I' ll let you guess | |
| Yeah to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown Crowd' s the best | |
| And I' m stacking up the shells | |
| Having an Oh What A Night sort of like the Dells | |
| But not in love, I' m on a killing spree | |
| Killing off you ing putos who with me | |
| So remember this ese when I don' t give a | |
| Keep trucha homey cuz my shells' ll be stacking up | |
| Chorus: | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| I got my shells stacking up | |
| I got that A to the mother ing K | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie | |
| Gangsta boogie |
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