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Lil Wayne - Lock And Load - текст песни, видео

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Lil Wayne - Lock And Load - текст песни, видео

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Lock and Load - Kurupt - Lil' Wayne
[Chorus] 2x 
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, 0-17 warfare 
Life in the fast-lane, 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 their heart 
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! 

[Chorus] 

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 cuz he's the OG 
[Chorus] 

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, cuz 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. 

[Chorus] 



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