Lil` Wayne Lock And Load Lyrics

Lock And Load Lyrics

Lock and Load - Kurupt - Lil' Wayne

[Chorus] 2x 

We won, we won 

And then we shot that BB gun 

And they lost, and they lost 

Til we took they shit, now its time to floss 



To ya, to ya, 0-17 warfare 

Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette 

Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side 

Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed 

Yep we do shine, and they gon’ hate 

But they hated Jesus baby we won’t break 

So we ride like 4 Pirelli’s 

So secured no security, no protectin no comparing 

Lok and heavy, Ocean 11 

Aviators, both tickers, so figures 

No playas, I’m Hollygrove to the heart 

Hollygrove from the start 

Don’t cross their heart 

Boulevard we’re the war I come from 

171 shot, never that (blum blum) 

Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap! 

What the fuck, Hollygrove stand up Nigga! 



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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 or probly drinkin that syrup 

Thinkin I won’t slip, even though I’m leanin like a broke hip


He don’t know I got the nina wit the 4 clip 

Thats a somersault back spin full flip for ya? 

Push this button, I flip out and hit something 

Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene clean 

12 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 the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect 

I- strap a jet black gat ‘til the deck 

Tell the mama to bury me with that, No Bullshittin’ 

My hood getting kinda crazy where I be 

So Ronie's with me cuz he's the OG 

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Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom 

The haters I make em mad em when I wave at em like what up?! 

If it ain't about money I keep goin 

I tryna get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawn 

But Fuck, them boys I got the shottie on my arm 

If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn 

And Duck the fuck out a there, cuz baby its hot out there 

If this was a movie it’s time to roll the credits, cut! 

Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin’ block! 

I’m a motherfuckin’ rock! 

Hard body eagle street 17 shots 

Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop! 

Drop little man drop 

This is not for little bitches you man or a fox 

I’m layin in the drop, thinking of more money 

Cash money, young money 

Take money, your money. 



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