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Lock And Load - Kurupt

[Chorus] 2xWe won, we wonAnd then we shot that BB gunAnd they lost, and they lostcause we took they shit, now its time to floss22 year old 17 war vetLife in the fast-lane, little red corvetteLittle red handkerchief, hangin out the right sideBack pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed Yep we do shine, and they gon’ hateBut they hated Jesus baby we won’t breakSo we ride like 4 Pirelli’s So secured no security, no protectin no comparingLok and heavy, Ocean 11Aviators, both tickers, so figuresNo playas, I’m Hollygrove to the heartHollygrove from the startDon’t cross EarhardtBoulevard where the ward I come from17, one shot, never that (blum blum)Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!What the f**k, Hollygrove stand up Nigga![Chorus]Get ‘em get ‘em Weezy hit ‘em where you kill ‘em easySit em in the river, leave em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkinIm probly drinkin that syrupThinkin I won’t slip, even though I’m leanin like a broke hip He don’t know I got the nina wit the full clipThats a somersault back spin full flip for ya?[Lock And Load - Kurupt lyrics on]Push this button, I flip out and hit something Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene clean12 hundred for the jeans stop playinHundred dollars for the glock in my pantsWho the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya faceKnock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respectI- strap a jet black gat ‘til the deckTell the mama to bury me with that, No Bullshittin’My hood getting kinda crazy where I beSo Ronie's with me 'cause he's the OG[Chorus]Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantomThe haters I make em mad em when I wave at em like what up?!If it ain't about money I keep goinI tryna get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawnBut F**k, them boys I got the shottie on my armIf them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawnAnd Duck the f**k out a there, 'cause baby its hot out thereIf this was a movie it’s time to roll the credits, cut!Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherf**kin’ block!I’m a motherf**kin’ rock!Hard body eagle street 17 shotsNight vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!Drop little man dropThis is not for little bitches you man or a foxI’m layin in the drop, thinking of more moneyCash money, young moneyTake money, your money.[Chorus]

Date Added: 2007-05-06
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