Lil Wayne, Kurupt - Lock and Load lyrics

Yeah vibe with me, sweetheart
It ain't hard aww, fuck them niggas
I ain't worried 'bout them
This Cash Money, baby
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
This Tha Carter I I
Kurupt, holler at them niggas (Nigga)

We won (yeah) , we won (yeah)
And then we shot that BB gun (You know)
And they lost
(yeah) , and they lost (That's right)
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss
(Lock and load)
We won, we won (yeah, it's Weezy Baby, man)
And then we shot that BB gun
(See, you gotta be real smooth
Real slick about this here)
And they lost, and they lost
(Extra gentle, on the tender side)
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss


(They like it that way, hah, lock and load)

Twenty-two-year-old 17th Ward 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 Jesus, baby, we won't break
So we ride like four Pirellis, so secured
No security, no protectin', no comparin'
Loc-in' heavy, Ocean 11
Aviators, vote takers, so fakers, ah
No players, I'm Hollygrove to the heart
Hollygrove from the start
Don't cross Earhart
Boulevard was the ward I come from
One-seven, one shot? Never that, blum-blum
Brr, brr, pop, pop, clap, clap
What the fuck, Hollygrove, stand up
(Nigga) , duck

We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun (Get low)
And they lost, and they lost
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss
(Lock and load) we won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun
(yeah, me and my nigga Maine is in
Here smokin' and laughin' at you cats)
And they lost, and they lost
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss
(Let's toast to how funny these guys are
We lock and load)

Get 'em, get 'em, Weezy
Hit 'em where you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em
They find 'em tomorrow evening
Sinkin', I'm probably drinkin' that syrup
Thinkin' I won't slip
Even though I'm leanin' like a broke hip
He ain't know I got the
Nina with the full clip
That's a somersault, backspin
Full flip for ya push this button
I flip out and hit something miss nothin'
I'm just bustin' until the scene clean
Twelve hundred for the jeans, stop playin'
Hundred dollars for the Glock in my pants
Who the man? I am when I stand with it
Pointed right at ya face
Knock your brains from the back of
Ya neck for lack of respect
I strap a jet-black gat 'til the death
Tell my mama to bury me with that
No bullshittin'
My hood gettin' kinda crazy where I be
So Ronnie's with me 'cause he's the OG
(Nigga)

We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun (I told 'em)
And they lost, and they lost
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss
(Gotta duck your head, lock and load)
We won (These niggas mad) , we won
And then we shot that BB gun
(You know they hate you when
You get money on 'em)
And they lost, and they lost
(But they losin', that's right)
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss
(yeah, lock and load)

Fresh out the back seat
Of the phiggity-Phantom
The haters, I make 'em madder when
I wave at 'em like, "What up?"
If it ain't 'bout money, I keep goin'
I'm tryna get that green, niggas
Tryna mow my lawn, but fuck
Them boys, I got the shotty on my arm
If them boys run up
I leave they bodies on the lawn
And duck the fuck outta there, 'cause baby
It's outta there if this was a movie, it's
Time to roll the credit's, cut
It's all over, all of your brains
Is all over the motherfuckin' block
I'm a motherfuckin' rock
Hardbody, Eagle Street, seventeen shots
Night vision, double clip
Hot steady beam Glock
Pop, drop, little man, drop
This is not for little bitches
You man or a fox? I'm layin' in the drop
Thinkin' of more money
Cash Money, Young Money, take money
Your money (Nigga)

We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun
And they lost, and they lost
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss
(yeah, lock and load) we won, we won
(You know, I thought they knew
It was really real, daddy)
And then we shot that BB gun (yeah, homeboy)
And they lost, and they lost
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss
(My motherfuckin' wristband was three
Hundred dollars, no lie, lock and load)

Dolce & Gabanna
They should pay me for sayin' that shit
So is my jeans
They wasn't three hundred, but they Dolce too
Yeah mhm
We won, motherfucker, we winnin' over here
That's right, hey
Somebody call Gordon, tell him pull up front
Open the doors, suicide 'em let's ride out
If you got money
You know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
If you don't, keep thinkin'
If you can do that
Your losing streak is goin' up
Why? 'Cause we here
And I'll fuck this up today, straight up