Lock and Load
Lil' Wayne Lyrics


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Yeah
Vibe with me, sweetheart
It ain't hard
Aw, fuck them niggas, don't even worry about 'bout them
This Cash Money, baby
You know what I'm talking 'bout? This Tha Carter II
Kurupt, holler at them niggas (nigga)
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 their 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 their shit, now it's time to floss (they like it that way, hah, lock and load)

Twenty-two-year-old 17th Ward vet
Life in the fast lane, little red Corvette
Little red handkerchief hanging out the right side
Back pocket jeans falling, cover my Evisu sign
Yep, we do shine and they're gon' hate
But they hated Jesus, baby, we won't break
So we ride like four Pirellis, so secured
No security, no protecting, no comparing
Loc-ing 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

We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun (get low)
And they lost, and they lost
And we took their 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 smoking and laughing at you cats)
And they lost, and they lost
And we took their shit, now it's time to floss (let's toast to how funny these guys are, we 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 evening
Sinking, I'm probably drinking that syrup
Thinking I won't slip, even though I'm leaning like a broke hip
He ain't know I got the nina with the full clip
That's a somersault, backspin, full flip for you
Push this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothing, I'm just busting until the scene clean
Twelve hundred for the jeans, stop playing
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 'til the death
Tell my mama to bury me with that, no bullshitting
My hood getting kinda crazy where I be
So Ronnie's with me 'cause he's the OG (nigga)

We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun (I told 'em)
And they lost, and they lost
And we took their 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're losing, that's right)
And we took their shit, now it's time to floss (Yeah, lock and load)

Yeah, 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 going
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 their 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 motherfucking block
I'm a motherfucking 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're man or a fox?
I'm laying in the drop, thinking of more money
Cash Money, Young Money, take money, your money (nigga)

We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun
And they lost, and they lost
And we took their 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 their shit, now it's time to floss (My motherfucking wristband was three hundred dollars)

No lie (lock and load)
Dolce & Gabanna
They should pay me for saying that shit
So is my jeans
They wasn't three hundred, but they're Dolce too
Yeah
We won, motherfucker, we winning 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 talking 'bout
If you don't, keep thinking
If you can do that
Your losing streak is going up




Why? 'Cause we're here
And I'll fuck this up today, straight up

Overall Meaning

In Lil Wayne's "Lock and Load," the rapper boasts about his success and dominance in the industry while also referencing his rough upbringing in New Orleans. He talks about taking what he wants and being unafraid of anyone who tries to get in his way. The chorus repeats the lines "We won, we won / And then we shot that B-B gun / And they lost, and they lost / Cause we took they shit, now its time to floss" which highlights Lil Wayne's desire for power and his willingness to do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.


The first verse describes Lil Wayne as a young war veteran who is unafraid to take on anyone. He mentions the little red handkerchief that he wears on the right side and his Evisu jeans, both of which are symbols of his status in the hip hop world. He also talks about being from Hollygrove, a rough neighborhood in New Orleans, and references the street violence that is prevalent there. In the second verse, Lil Wayne references his love of syrup, a drug that is popular in the South and often associated with dirty south rap. He also talks about carrying a gun with a full clip and being unafraid to use it if someone disrespects him. He concludes the verse by saying that he is with his friend Ronie, who is an OG (original gangster) and can help him handle any trouble that comes his way.


Overall, "Lock and Load" is a song that is about power and dominance. Lil Wayne's lyrics paint him as someone who is unafraid to get what he wants and will do whatever it takes to maintain his position at the top of the rap game. The use of the B-B gun in the chorus is a metaphor for Lil Wayne's approach to his career--he is willing to take aim at anyone who gets in his way and will do whatever it takes to win.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, ride wit' me sweet heart
Come with me, my love


I'll f*** them n***as, don't even worry 'bout them
I'll take care of them, don't worry


Its cash money baby
We have a lot of money


You know what I'm talkin' bout
You understand me, right?


22 year old 17 war vet
I've experienced a lot at a young age


Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette
My life is fast-paced


Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side
I'm showing off my style


Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign
My jeans are loose and hiding my fashion brand


Yep we do shine, and they gon' hate
We're successful and people envy us


But they hated Jesus baby we won't break
People may dislike us, but we'll stay strong


So we ride like four Pirelli's
We're riding in a fancy car


So secured, no security, no protectin' no comparing
We're confident and don't need extra protection


Loc' and heavy, Ocean eleven
We're serious and work together like a movie heist


Aviators, boat takers, so fackers
We have style and take what we want


No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the heart
I'm not a player, I'm true to my hometown


Hollygrove from the start
I'm proud of where I come from


Don't cross Earhardt Boulevard where the ward I come from
Don't mess with my neighborhood


One seven, one shot, never that (blum blum)
I'm tough and won't back down


Brrt Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
Gunfire sounds


What the f***, Hollygrove stand up nigga!
We're from Hollygrove and we're proud


Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em where you kill 'em easy
I'll take care of them easily


Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
I'll dispose of the body effectively


I'm probably drinkin' that syrup
I'm likely sipping on codeine syrup


Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a broke hip
I won't mess up, even though I'm under the influence


He don't know I got the nina wit' the full clip
He's unaware that I have a gun with a full magazine


That's a somersault back spin full flip for ya?
I can do risky moves


Push this button, I flip out and hit something
I can easily become aggressive


Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this scene clean
I won't stop shooting until the situation is resolved


Twelve hundred for the jeans stop playin'
I spend a lot on my fashion


Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants
I invest in a good gun to protect myself


Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
I'm the man holding the gun


Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I'll harm anyone who disrespects me


I, strap a jet black gat till the deck
I always carry my gun nearby


Tell the mama to bury me with that, no bullshitin'
I'm serious about my gun and want to be buried with it


My hood getting kinda crazy where I be
My neighborhood is dangerous


So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the O-G
I'm with Ronie because he's experienced


Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom
I'm leaving a luxurious car


The haters I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up?
I taunt my enemies


If it ain't about money I keep goin'
I'm focused on making money


I try'na get that green, n***as try'na mow my lawn
I'm trying to make money and others try to take it from me


But f***, them boys I got the shottie on my arm
I have a shotgun ready to defend myself


If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
I'm not afraid to kill attackers


And duck the f*** out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
I'll leave the scene of the crime quickly


If this was a movie it's time to roll the credits, cut!
If this were a movie, it would end now


Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin' block!
The violence is over and there's blood everywhere


I'm a motherfuckin' rock!
I'm tough and unbreakable


Hard body eagle street seventeen shots
I'm a tough guy with a lot of ammunition


Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
I have a powerful gun and can shoot accurately in the dark


Drop little man drop
I'm threatening someone's life


This is not for little bitches you man or a fox
I'm not tolerating weakness


I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more money
I'm relaxing in my luxury car, planning how to make more money


Cash money, young money
We have a lot of money and power


Take money, your money.
We'll take anyone's money


We won, we won
We were successful


And then we shot that B-B gun
We used a toy gun to terrorize others


And they lost, and they lost
They lost to us


Cause we took they shit, now its time to floss
We stole from them and now we're showing off


We won, we won
We were successful


And then we shot that B-B gun
We used a toy gun to terrorize others


And they lost, and they lost
They lost to us


Cause we took they shit, now its time to floss
We stole from them and now we're showing off




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: D. Williams, Dwayne Carter, Ricardo Brown, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, Tristan Jones, Tristan G. Jones

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alecia


on Lollipop

good song

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