Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lock Down (feat. Akon), artist - Ya Boy. Date of issue: 19.04.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lock Down (feat. Akon) |
| Testing one, two, three |
| Akon and YB |
| Lock down, time to make my block proud |
| California on twenty four hour watch now |
| It’s finna take over baby, hot style |
| Yeah the young county Konvict got the rock now |
| I hear the rumors saying that I just popped now |
| Like they never heard a hood nigga with a hot style |
| I got the heels to birds, and the block now |
| Old bitches want to holler at me because I’m hot now |
| I got a new bitch sitting in my drop now |
| Song on the radio, album about to drop now |
| Music lives in California, living proof |
| Ya Boy, the Roc, Konvict, what it do? |
| I been had what these other niggas getting to |
| Take your girl home, and make her earn all them Jimmy Choos |
| I hope you like heat, it’s hot in the kitchen boo |
| Do you have service? |
| Am I getting through? |
| Hey, I know you heard we got the drop now |
| Konvict supplying niggas around the clock now |
| Getting money and we forced to put the Glock down |
| Glock down, Glock down |
| And we expanded all the pipes now |
| And I can get accustomed to this lifestyle |
| No more spending all my cash trying to fight trial |
| It’s on lock down |
| Because victory is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, |
| mine, mine, mine, mine |
| Because victory is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, |
| mine, mine, mine, mine |
| Another watch, another chain, another charm copped |
| Time to wake these niggas up like alarm clocks |
| I see them hating so we got to keep the arms cocked |
| I’m the reason CA on storm watch |
| It’s about to get ugly, no Whoopi Gold |
| Superstar, still in the kitchen whipping O’s |
| Toss it to my youngins, call me when you get it gone |
| Fuck a rap nigga, we about to get it on |
| I’m speaking for California from the top down |
| Holler at Ya Boy, I got it locked down |
| I tried to tell them this forever like a diamond |
| I’m so hot, shorty I can change the climate |
| And as the days pass by like a G7 |
| And all my hustlers on the corner of 7-Eleven |
| Pour another on the ground and we’ll start repping |
| For all the homies laying down, resting up in heaven |
| And I hope you watching down |
| And proud of how we just locked it down |
| No letting nothing stop the cash or get caught up |
| In the streets, that’s how we brought up |
| I’m from the city where the fiends shoot up and spark |
| Load the ammo, it’s time to shoot up the charts |
| Game cold baby, you might need a scarf |
| Rockstar, but I’m riding like Noah’s ark |
| Louis shades, Dolce and Gabbana cloth |
| Your girl know I stay fly like Santa Claus |
| On the road with a trunk full of Asher Roth |
| We gone pop Rosay when the package off |
| I swear to God I went and got the Bay cracking y’all |
| But I couldn’t do it without L.A. backing dog |
| Niggas say they gone get me, I laugh it off |
| Because they know I keep shooters like basketball |
| Lock it down, make Kon throw away the key |
| Real nigga, record deal ain’t changing me |
| It took a while, but we still got from A to Z |
| I put in work, nigga what you got to say to me? |