Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September … Read Full Bio ↴Did you mean: Lil' Wayne
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982 in New Orleans, Louisiana), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne, is an American rapper. Formerly a member of the rap group the Hot Boys, he joined the Cash Money Records collective as a teenager. Get It How U Live, released in 1997, was Lil Wayne's first album with Hot Boys, and Tha Block is Hot, his solo debut, came out in 1999.
After gaining fame with two other albums in the early 2000s, Lil Wayne reached higher popularity with 2004's Tha Carter and its two subsequent albums Tha Carter II (2005) and Tha Carter III (2008). He earned various accolades following Tha Carter III, including being nominated for eight Grammy Awards. He released a rock album titled Rebirth in 2010.
Lock And Load
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I'll fuck them niggas don't even worry 'bout them
Its cash money baby
You know what I'm talkin' bout
Its the carter two
We won, we won
And then we shot that B-B gun
Cause we took they shit, now its time to floss
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
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 won't break
So we ride like four Pirelli's
So secured, no security, no protectin' no comparing
Loc' and heavy, Ocean eleven
Aviators, boat takers, so fackers
No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the heart
Hollygrove from the start
Don't cross Earhardt
Boulevard where the ward I come from
One seven, one shot, never that (blum blum)
Brrt Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, Hollygrove stand up nigga!
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
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
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 don't know I got the nina wit' the full clip
That's 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
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 the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I, strap a jet black gat till the deck
Tell the mama to bury me with that, no bullshitin'
My hood getting kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the O-G
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
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
Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom
The haters I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up?
If it ain't about money I keep goin'
I try'na get that green, niggas try'na 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, 'cause 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 seventeen 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.
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
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
The song "Lock and Load" by Lil Wayne features typical gangster rap themes of violence, disrespect for authority, and materialism. The lyrics are characterized by their crude language and violent imagery, describing the singer's success in a gang war and his ability to "take" the possessions of his defeated enemies. The opening lines of the song establish the gritty tone, as Lil Wayne asserts his authority and promises to take care of anyone who doubts him or his gang.
The repeated refrain of "We won" implies that the singer is part of a larger gang, and that he and his allies have emerged victorious from a war with a rival group. The use of a BB gun as a weapon suggests immaturity and ignorance, but also a desire to show off and intimidate others. The focus on material possessions and wealth also reflects the values of gangster culture, as Lil Wayne boasts about his expensive car, designer clothes, and the cash he has acquired through illegal means.
Overall, "Lock and Load" is a violent and confrontational song that glorifies gang culture and encourages listeners to adopt a similarly aggressive and mercenary mindset.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, ride wit' me sweet heart
Come along with me my dear
I'll fuck them niggas don't even worry 'bout them
Don't you worry, I'll take care of them
Its cash money baby
It's all about the money baby
You know what I'm talkin' bout
You understand what I mean
Its the carter two
This is the second album in the Carter series
We won, we won
We emerged victorious
And then we shot that B-B gun
We had a little fun with a toy gun
And they lost, and they lost
They lost the game
Cause we took they shit, now its time to floss
We took their things, now it's time to show off our own riches
22 year old 17 war vet
At the young age of 22, I have seen and experienced war 17 times
Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette
I live a fast-paced life, like a little red Corvette zooming through the streets
Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side
I wear a little red handkerchief hanging out of my right pocket
Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign
My jeans are loose and falling down, covering up my Evisu logo
Yep we do shine, and they gon' hate
We shine bright, and others will hate us for it
But they hated Jesus baby we won't break
Just as they hated Jesus, we will not break under their hate
So we ride like four Pirelli's
We ride in style, like a car equipped with four Pirelli tires
So secured, no security, no protectin' no comparing
We are so well-secured, we don't need extra security or protection as there's no comparing us
Loc' and heavy, Ocean eleven
We are street smart and heavy like gangsters from the movie Ocean's Eleven
Aviators, boat takers, so fackers
We wear aviator sunglasses and steal boats like badasses
No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the heart
I'm not a player, I'm loyal to Hollygrove where I'm from
Hollygrove from the start
I've been a part of Hollygrove from the beginning
Don't cross Earhardt
Don't cross the street named Earhardt
Boulevard where the ward I come from
I come from the ward that's located on the boulevard
One seven, one shot, never that (blum blum)
We shoot once and get the job done, no need for more shots
Brrt Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
The sound of gunshots being fired
What the fuck, Hollygrove stand up nigga!
What's up, Hollygrove, stand up and represent your hood!
Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em where you kill 'em easy
Let's go, Weezy, attack them where it's easy to kill them
Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
Throw them in the river and leave them to drown, their body will be found sinking the next evening
I'm probably drinkin' that syrup
I'm likely sipping on some syrup (codeine cough syrup mixed with soda)
Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a broke hip
I don't think I'll slip, even though I'm leaning like a broken hip
He don't know I got the nina wit' the full clip
He doesn't know I have a gun with a full clip
That's a somersault back spin full flip for ya?
That's a fancy and impressive move for you, isn't it?
Push this button, I flip out and hit something
If I push this button, I'll go crazy and hit something
Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this scene clean
I won't miss anything, I'll keep shooting until the scene is cleared
Twelve hundred for the jeans stop playin'
I spent $1200 on these jeans, don't play around
Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants
I spent $100 for the gun in my pants
Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Who's in charge? I am, with me pointing the gun right at your face
Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I'll shoot you in the back of the head for disrespect
I, strap a jet black gat till the deck
I carry a jet black gun until the day I die
Tell the mama to bury me with that, no bullshitin'
Tell my mother to bury me with my gun, no joking around
My hood getting kinda crazy where I be
Things are getting crazy where I live (in my neighborhood)
So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the O-G
Ronie is with me because he's the original gangster
Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom
Freshly emerged from the back seat of a fancy Phantom car
The haters I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up?
When I wave at my haters, it makes them even angrier
If it ain't about money I keep goin'
If it's not about money, I don't waste my time
I try'na get that green, niggas try'na mow my lawn
I'm trying to get money while others are trying to bring me down
But fuck, them boys I got the shottie on my arm
Screw them, I'm carrying a shotgun on my arm for protection
If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
If they try to attack me, I'll kill them and leave their bodies on the grass
And duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
Then I'll escape from the scene, because it's dangerous out there
If this was a movie it's time to roll the credits, cut!
If this were a movie, this would be the end, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin' block!
It's all over, your brains are all over the block!
I'm a motherfuckin' rock!
I'm a badass motherfucker!
Hard body eagle street seventeen shots
I'm a tough guy from Eagle Street, I have access to 17 shots
Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
I have a gun with night-vision, double-clip, and a hot, steady beam that I use to shoot
Drop little man drop
Die, little man, die
This is not for little bitches you man or a fox
This is not for weak people, man or woman
I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more money
I'm sitting in my convertible car, thinking about making more money
Cash money, young money
We're all about money, young and old
Take money, your money.
We take money, it doesn't matter whose money it is
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., SHAPIRO BERNSTEIN & CO. INC.
Written by: D. WILLIAMS, DWAYNE CARTER, RICARDO BROWN, RICARDO EMMANUEL BROWN, TRISTAN JONES, TRISTAN G. JONES
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