Lock And Load

Lock And Load

歌手:Lil Wayne

所属专辑:Tha Carter II

发行时间:2005-11-28

发行公司:环球唱片

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作词 : Carter, Dwayne
作曲 : Carter, Dwayne
We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun

And they lost, and they lost
Cause we took they s*it, now its time to floss

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, Couple my evisu signed

Yep we do s*ine, and they gon hate
But they hated Jesus baby we wont break

So we ride like 4 Pirellis
So secured no security, no protectin no comparing
Lok and heavy, Ocean 11

Aviators, both tickers, so figures
No playas, Im Hollygrove to the heart
Hollygrove from the start
Dont cross Earhardt

Boulevard where the ward I come from
17, one shot, never that (blum blum)

Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the ****, Hollygrove stand up *****!

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
Im probly drinkin that syrup
Thinkin I wont slip, even though Im leanin like a broke hip

He dont know I got the nina wit the full 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 Bulls*ittin

My hood getting kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the OG

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, ****** tryna mow my lawn
But ****, them boys I got the shottie on my arm
If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
And Duck the **** out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
If this was a movie its time to roll the credits, cut!

Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the ************ block!
Im a ************ 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 b*****s you man or a fox
Im layin in the drop, thinking of more money
Cash money, young money
Take money, your money
[00:00.000] 作词 : Carter, Dwayne
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Carter, Dwayne
[00:14.81]We won, we won
[00:17.94]And then we shot that BB gun
[00:20.94]
[00:21.56]And they lost, and they lost
[00:25.17]Cause we took they s*it, now its time to floss
[00:28.05]
[00:28.68]22 year old 17 war vet
[00:31.77]
[00:32.76]Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette
[00:35.26]
[00:36.13]Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side
[00:39.63]Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed
[00:42.56]
[00:43.37]Yep we do s*ine, and they gon hate
[00:46.50]But they hated Jesus baby we wont break
[00:48.62]
[01:05.65]So we ride like 4 Pirellis
[01:07.27]So secured no security, no protectin no comparing
[01:09.83]Lok and heavy, Ocean 11
[01:13.07]
[01:13.70]Aviators, both tickers, so figures
[01:17.44]No playas, Im Hollygrove to the heart
[01:21.12]Hollygrove from the start
[01:23.00]Dont cross Earhardt
[01:24.56]
[01:25.24]Boulevard where the ward I come from
[01:28.24]17, one shot, never that (blum blum)
[01:31.48]
[01:32.05]Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
[01:34.48]What the ****, Hollygrove stand up *****!
[01:37.72]
[01:52.79]Get em get em Weezy hit em where you kill em easy
[01:56.03]Sit em in the river, leave em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin
[02:00.02]Im probly drinkin that syrup
[02:02.21]Thinkin I wont slip, even though Im leanin like a broke hip
[02:06.33]
[02:06.89]He dont know I got the nina wit the full clip
[02:10.01]Thats a somersault back spin full flip for ya?
[02:13.44]
[02:14.06]Push this button, I flip out and hit something
[02:17.25]Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene clean
[02:20.30]
[02:20.99]12 hundred for the jeans stop playin
[02:23.61]Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants
[02:26.04]Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
[02:30.66]Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
[02:34.84]I- strap a jet black gat til the deck
[02:37.28]Tell the mama to bury me with that, No Bulls*ittin
[02:40.71]
[02:41.58]My hood getting kinda crazy where I be
[02:44.52]So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the OG
[02:47.14]
[03:16.81]Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom
[03:18.75]The haters I make em mad em when I wave at em like what up?!
[03:22.46]
[03:23.96]If it ain't about money I keep goin
[03:26.58]I tryna get that green, ****** tryna mow my lawn
[03:29.51]But ****, them boys I got the shottie on my arm
[03:33.82]If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
[03:36.80]And Duck the **** out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
[03:40.55]If this was a movie its time to roll the credits, cut!
[03:44.29]
[03:45.23]Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the ************ block!
[03:49.41]Im a ************ rock!
[03:50.78]
[03:51.53]Hard body eagle street 17 shots
[03:53.90]Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
[03:58.64]
[03:59.89]Drop little man drop
[04:01.38]This is not for little b*****s you man or a fox
[04:05.24]Im layin in the drop, thinking of more money
[04:08.36]Cash money, young money
[04:09.99]Take money, your money