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