Текст песни Lock & Load - lil wayne

Yeah, vibe with me sweetheart, it ain′t hard
Ah fuck them niggas I ain't worried bout them
This Cash Money baby ya no what I′m takin' bout
This Tha Carter II, Kurupt holla at them niggas

We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun
They lost, they lost and we took they shit
Now its time to floss (lock and load)
We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun
They lost, they lost and we took they shit
Now its time to floss (lock and load)

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′ cover my Evisu sign
Yep we do shine and they gon′ hate
But they hated Jesus baby we wont break
So we ride like four perrelli's so s-cary, no security
No protectin′, no comparin', lookin′ heavy, Oceans 11
Aviators, both takers, so fakers ahh, no players
I'm Hollygrove to the heart, Hollygrove from the start
Don′t cross airheart boulevard or the war
I come from, 1-7 one shot never that blum, blum, blrrr, blrrr
Pop, pop, clap, clap what the fuck Hollygrove stand up nigga duck

We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun
They lost, they lost and we took they shit
Now its time to floss (lock and load)
We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun
They lost, they lost and we took they shit
Now its time to floss (lock and load)

Get 'em, get 'em Weezy hit ′em where you kill ′em
Easy sit 'em in the river, leave ′em, they find 'em tomorrow evenin′
Sinkin', I′m probably drinkin' that syrup thinkin'
I wont 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'll flip out and hit sumthin′
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 your face
Knock your brains from the back of your neck for lack
Of respect I strap a jet black gat till the death
Tell my momma to bury me with that no bullshit
My hood gettin′ kinda crazy where I be so Rony′s with me
Cause he's the O.G.

[Chorus - Kurupt]
We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun
They lost, they lost and we took they shit
Now its time to floss (lock and load)
We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun
They lost, they lost and we took they shit
Now its time to floss (lock and load)

[Verse 3- Lil Wayne]
Fresh out the backseat of the figgity 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 tryin' to get that green niggas tryin' to mow my lawn
But fuck them boys I got the shoty on my armor
If them boys run up I leave they bodies on the lawn
And duck the fuck outta there cause baby it′s hotter 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 mutherfuckin′ block
I'm a mutherfuckin′ rock hard body Eagle street 17
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 laying 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
They lost, they lost and we took they shit
Now its time to floss (lock and load)
We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun
They lost, they lost and we took they shit
Now its time to floss (lock and load)

Hahaha, yeah, ya know
I thought they knew it was really real daddy, yeah
Homeboy, my mutherfuckin′ wristband was 300 dollars no lie
Dolce & Gabbana, 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 takin' 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