Lock and Load Songtext
von Lil Wayne feat. Kurupt

Yeah ride wit′ me sweet heart
I'll fuck them niggas don′t even worry 'bout them
Its cash money baby
You know what I'm talkin′ bout
Its the carter two

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

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 to17 warfare
Life in the fastlane 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 the Earhart
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

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

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

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 'cause he's the OG

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

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

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 ′cause 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.

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

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

Dolce (dont think about it) they should pay me for saying that shit
So is my jeans, they wasn′t 300 but they Dolce too, yeah
We won motherfucker we winnin' over here that's right, hey
Somebody call Gordon tell him pull up front open the doors
Suicidal
Lets ride out you got money you know what the fuck I′m
Talkin′ bout
If ya don't keep thinking if you can do that
Your losin′ streak is goin' up why
Cause we here and I′ll fuck this up today straight up