Представляем точный текст композиции "Shells Stackin Up" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Lil Rob . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Shells Stackin Up» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Lil Rob передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Lil Rob - "Shells Stackin Up"
Lyrics to Shells Stackin Up : I got that A to the motherfucking K 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 theyre right down Cant 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 its nothing if you ask me I got pumps, you can call them punks man, they wanna blast me That only figures when youre living life crazy They wanna keep me from rapping cuz they know it pays me Orale thats what I say Orale puto thats 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, Im nothing but trouble But when it comes to hynas Im 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 dont give a fuck Size dont mean shit when my shells are stacking up [Chorus] 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 Dont give a shit, Im listo Homies drinking besto, one smoking up the crystal Ive got the pistol in my hand keeping trucha For any rivals or the jura The ones rolling down the hood is dead tonight Somethings gonna happen just like it always does right Were in a spot where we see them but they cant 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 wont leave without bullet holes ese So it doesnt matter to me if you got your quette Cuz you wont know where the fuck to shoot back All you hear is rata-tat-tat rata-tat-tat And if you roll through its time for the payback Time to cruise your hood holmes, now what you think about that Ill 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 Im 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 its time for the get away But I cant 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, theyre 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 dont give a fuck Size dont mean shit when my shells are stacking up [Chorus] A crazy little vato when Im 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 youre nothing but a lop You think that you can rap' Bitch you cant even walk Its like wibble y wobble y wibble y wobble Youre a chicken, youre a turkey, bawk bawk, gobble gobble Simon, when you gobble my nutts You get this kind of treatment cuz youre nothing but punks But uh, enough about you fools Im not saying all that but next to you Im way cool And to you people that wanna know, Ill let you guess Yeah to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown Crowds the best And Im stacking up the shells Having an Oh What A Night sort of like the Dells But not in love, Im on a killing spree Killing off you fucking putos who fuck with me So remember this ese when I dont give a fuck Keep trucha homey cuz my shellsll be stacking up [Chorus] Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie [ Shells Stackin Up Lyrics ]
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