Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shells Stackin' Up, artist - Lil Rob. Album song Crazy Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.11.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Low Profile
Song language: English
Shells Stackin' Up |
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 fuck 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 fucking 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 |
Fuck the fourty round clip, I got the seventy five round drum |
You vatos tempt me now I don’t give a fuck |
Size don’t mean shit when my shells are stacking up |
I got my shells stacking up |
(I got that A to the motherfucking K) |
I got my shells stacking up |
(I got that A to the motherfucking K) |
I got my shells stacking up |
(I got that A to the motherfucking K) |
I got my shells stacking up |
(I got that A to the motherfucking K) |
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 fuck 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 fucking hood without a care |
See some levas over here so some levas over there |
What the fuck are they gonna do to me |
Cuz I’m too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-D |
Soy chingon, fuck em all |
See some levas standing then you see some levas fall |
As I spray and make their day |
Say «Fuck 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? |
Fuck no, I should be gunning |
Pull out my quette from behind my belt, shit |
Because these vatos just want to be delt with |
You fuck with me man, I don’t give a fuck |
Size don’t mean shit when my shells are stacking up |
A crazy little vato when I’m stacking up the balas |
I don' give a fuck 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 fucking putos who fuck with me |
So remember this ese when I don’t give a fuck |
Keep trucha homey cuz my shells’ll be stacking up |
Gangsta boogie |
Gangsta boogie |
Gangsta boogie |
Gangsta boogie |
Gangsta boogie |
Gangsta boogie |
Gangsta boogie |
Gangsta boogie |