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