Lil' Rob: Shells stackin' up

I got that A to the motherfucking KYeah, shells stacking up I shot about thirty roundsOut my thrity round clip, you can even hear the soundsOf the shells when they hit the groundBut you know they're right downCan't take chances if you plan to fuck aroundLeaving prints on a shell, life in a jail cellWith no bail living life in HellSo I precede to be the sly, slick, and wickedBut will I get caught? In the mean time a puto gets shotI say it's nothing if you ask meI got pumps, you can call them punks man, they wanna blast meThat only figures when you're living life crazyThey wanna keep me from rapping cuz they know it pays meOrale that's what I sayOrale puto that's what I say before I sprayAll them fucking levas and I cap cap capAnd then I come back and make a firme rap rap rapAnd tell everybody what I just didLined up some levas and I just got ridOf a couple right on the double, I'm nothing but troubleBut when it comes to hynas I'm the one that likes to cuddleBut right now the shells are stacking upI got my thirty rendevous and fools are backing upI got that AK in the trunk for punks that wanna act dumbFuck the fourty round clip, I got the seventy five round drumYou vatos tempt me now I don't give a fuckSize don't 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 levaDon't give a shit, I'm listoHomies drinking besto, one smoking up the crystalI've got the pistol in my hand keeping truchaFor any rivals or the juraThe ones rolling down the hood is dead tonightSomething's gonna happen just like it always does rightWe're in a spot where we see them but they can't see usSo when they try to bust we bust on them bustersNow hiding out, just keeping truchaRoll through my hood, just think that we might shoot yaYou won't leave without bullet holes eseSo it doesn't matter to me if you got your quetteCuz you won't know where the fuck to shoot backAll you hear is rata-tat-tat rata-tat-tatAnd if you roll through it's time for the paybackTime to cruise your hood holmes, now what you think about thatI'll roll your fucking hood without a careSee some levas over here so some levas over thereWhat the fuck are they gonna do to meCuz I'm too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-DSoy chingon, fuck em allSee some levas standing then you see some levas fallAs I spray and make their daySay "Fuck you putos" now it's time for the get awayBut I can't split until at least one diesSo I got back and give the vato a Columbian NecktieOh shit, here comes his homies around the corner, they're comingShould I be running? Fuck no, I should be gunningPull out my quette from behind my belt, shitBecause these vatos just want to be delt withYou fuck with me man, I don't give a fuckSize don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up[Chorus]A crazy little vato when I'm stacking up the balasI don' give a fuck about you punk ass chavasSimon, I bring down my locsGotta look good when I kill so I sparkle up the spokesYou see you're nothing but a lopYou think that you can rap? Bitch you can't even walkIt's like wibble y wobble y wibble y wobbleYou're a chicken, you're a turkey, bawk bawk, gobble gobbleSimon, when you gobble my nuttsYou get this kind of treatment cuz you're nothing but punksBut uh, enough about you foolsI'm not saying all that but next to you I'm way coolAnd to you people that wanna know, I'll let you guessYeah to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown Crowd's the bestAnd I'm stacking up the shellsHaving an Oh What A Night sort of like the DellsBut not in love, I'm on a killing spreeKilling off you fucking putos who fuck with meSo remember this ese when I don't give a fuckKeep trucha homey cuz my shells'll be stacking up[Chorus]Gangsta boogieGangsta boogieGangsta boogieGangsta boogieGangsta boogieGangsta boogieGangsta boogieGangsta boogie