Текст песни Uproar (feat. Swizz Beatz) - lil wayne , Swizz Beatz

(Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy)
I see, thank you man, thank you
Y'all know his name
Ayo, Mack, let the beat drop
Ladies and gentlemen, C5 (oh), Wayne time (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Let me see your shoulders work
I mean, I don't know what y'all came here to do, but uh
If you don't ain't a lighter, what the f- you smoking for?
We hot (ha)

What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat
You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes
Then the sun die, the night is young though
The diamonds still shine, get it rough h-

What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?
It's a sh- show, put you front row
Talkin' sh-, bro? Let your tongue show
Money over b- and above h-
That is still my favorite love quote
Put the gun inside, what the f- for?
I sleep with the gun, and she don't snore

What the f- yo?
Where the love go?
Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle
It's a blood bath, where the suds go?
It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go?
If she's iffy, there the drugs go
If she sip lean, double-cup toast
I got a duffle full of hundos
There the love go, where's the uproar?

What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

Get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro'
I come out the scuffle without a scuff, bro
Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff though
Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke
At your front door with a gun stowed
"Knock-knock, who's there?" is how it won't go
This the jungle so have the utmost
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so

What the f-, bro?
It's where I'm from, bro
We grow up fast, we roll up slow
We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock hang down like you dun know
Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower
Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow
Extra clip in the stash like a console
Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Donald

What the f- bro?
Where the love go?
Swizzy, he the chef, I like my lunch gross
Just look up, bro, there the scuds go
I see the shovel, but where did bruh go?
Hmm, to the unknown
Only way he comin' is through his unborns
If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord
It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar?

What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo