Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lock And Load, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lock And Load |
| 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 |
| 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, 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 Earhardt |
| Boulevard where the ward I come from |
| 171 shot, never that (blum blum) |
| Brrrt Brrrt! |
| Pop Pop! |
| Clap Clap! |
| What the fuck, Hollygrove stand up Nigga! |
| 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 |
| 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. |