Lil Wayne — Lock and Load

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Kurupt] 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 II Kurupt, holler at them niggas (Nigga) [Chorus: Kurupt & Lil Wayne] 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) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Kurupt] 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 [Chorus: Kurupt & Lil Wayne] 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) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Kurupt] 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) [Chorus: Kurupt & Lil Wayne] 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) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Kurupt] 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 credits, 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) [Chorus: Kurupt & Lil Wayne] 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) [Outro: Lil Wayne] 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