| 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 fuck 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 fucking 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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| Fuck 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 fuck
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| Size don’t mean shit when my shells are stacking up
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| I got my shells stacking up
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| (I got that A to the motherfucking K)
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| I got my shells stacking up
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| (I got that A to the motherfucking K)
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| I got my shells stacking up
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| (I got that A to the motherfucking K)
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| I got my shells stacking up
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| (I got that A to the motherfucking K)
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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 fuck 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 fucking hood without a care
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| See some levas over here so some levas over there
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| What the fuck 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, fuck 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 «Fuck 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? |
| Fuck 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 fuck with me man, I don’t give a fuck
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| Size don’t mean shit when my shells are stacking up
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| A crazy little vato when I’m stacking up the balas
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| I don' give a fuck 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 fucking putos who fuck with me
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| So remember this ese when I don’t give a fuck
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| Keep trucha homey cuz my shells’ll be stacking up
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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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shells Stackin' Up , by - Lil Rob. Song from the album Crazy Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп