Lil' Wayne Lock and Load Lyrics:
[Lil' Wayne Intro] Yeah, vibe wit me sweetheart it aint hard, Ah fuck
dem niggaz I aint worried bout dem This Cash Money
baby ya no what im takin bout its the Carter II,
Kurupt holla at dem niggaz (nigga)
[Chorus (Kurupt)] We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun they
lost, they lost we took they shit now its time to
floss (Lock & Load)
[2x] [Verse 1 (Lil'Wayne)] 22 year old 17 war vet life in the fast lane
little red corvette little red handkerchief hangin
out the right side back pocket jeans fallin cover
my Evisu sign yep we do shine and they gon hate
but they hated G's is baby we wont break so we
ride like four perrelli's so s-cary no security,
no protectin, no conparin lokin heavy , Oceans 11
, aviators, both taker, so fakers, no players im
hollygrove to the heart hollygrove from the start
dont cross airheart boluvard or the war i come
from 1-7 one shot never that blum, blum, blrrr,
blrrr, pop, pop, clap, clap what the fuck
hollygrove stand up nigga duck.
[Chorus (Kurupt)] [Verse 2 (Lil' Wayne)] get em get em weezy hit em where you kill em easy
sit em in the river leave em they find em tomorrow
evenin sinkin im prolly drinkin that syrup thinkin
I wont slip even tho im leanin like a broke hip.
he aint know I got the nina with the full clip
thats a sommersault, backspin full flip for ya.
push this button ill flip out and hit sumthin miss
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/4kzk ]nuthin im just bustin until the scene clean.
twelve hundred for the jeans stop playin a hundred
dollars for the glock in my pants who the man I am
when I stand with it pointed right at your face
knock your brains from the back of your neck for
lack of respect I strap a jet black gat to the
death tell my momma to bury me with that no
bullshit my hood gettin kinda crazy where I be so
rony's wit me cause he's the O.G.
[Chorus (Kurupt)] [Verse 3 (Lil' Wayne)] Fresh out the backseat of the figgity Phantom the
hater I make em madder when I wave at em like
"what up" if it aint bout money I keep
goin im tryin to get that green im tryin to mow my
lawn but fuck. dem boyz (?) shoty on my armor dem
boyz run up I leave they bodies on the lawn and
duck the fuck outta there cause baby its hotter
there if this was a movie its time to roll the
credits "CUT" its all over all of your
brains are all over the mother fuckin block im a
mother fuckin rock hard body Eagle street 17 shots
night vision double clip hot steady beam glock
pop, drop little man drop this is not for little
bitches your man all (?) im layin in the drop
thinkin of more money, Cash Money, young money,
take money, your money
[Chorus (Kurupt)] [Lil' Wayne Outro] hahaha, yeah, lock & load, ya know, I thought they
knew it was really real daddy, yeah, homeboy, my
mother fuckin wristband was 300 dollars no lie,
Dolce & Gabbana, they should pay me for sayin that
shit, so is my jeans they wasnt 300 but they Dolce
too, yeah, we won mother fucker, we winnin over
here, thats right, hey, somebody call gordon tell
him pull up front open the doors suicide, lets
ride out, you got money you know what the fuck im
takin bout, if ya dont, keep thinkin, if you can
do that, your losin streak is goin up, why?, cause
we here (?) straight up
Lyrics: Lock and Load, Lil' Wayne [end] 