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Lil' Wayne, Swizz Beatz - Uproar

Uproar
Lil' Wayne, Swizz Beatz
03:14
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Weezy! Weezy! Weezy! Weezy!
Weezy! Weezy! Weezy! Weezy!
I see, thank you, man, thank you.

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Y'all know his name,
Ayo, Mack, let the beat drop!
Ladies and gentlemen, C5, Wayne time!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone!
Let me see your shoulders work.
I mean, I don't know what y'all came here to do, but, uh,
If you ain't got a lighter, what the fuck you smoking for?
We hot! Haaa!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
What the fuck, though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go.
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro,
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo.
You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat,
You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes.
Then the sun die, the night is young, though,
The diamonds still shine in the rough, ho!
What the fuck, though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?
It's a shit show, put you front row,
Talkin' shit, bro? Let your tongue show.
Money over bitches, and above hoes,
That is still my favorite love quote,
Put the gun inside, what the fuck for?
I sleep with the gun, and she don't snore.
What the fuck, yo? Where the love go?
Trade the ski mask for the muzzle,
It's a blood bath, where the suds go?
It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go,
If she's iffy, there the drugs go,
If she sip lean, double-cup toast,
I got a duffle full of hundos,
There the love go, where's the uproar?

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
What the fuck, though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go.
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro,
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo.
What the fuck, though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go.
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro,
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo.

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Get the fuck, though, I don't bluff, bro,
I come out the scuffle without a scuff, woah!
Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff, though,
Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke.
At your front door with a gun stowed,
"Knock, knock. –– Who's there?" is how it won't go.
This the jungle, so have the utmost,
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so
What the fuck, bro? It's where I'm from, bro,
We grow up fast, we roll up slow,
We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope,
Dreadlock hang down like you dun know,
Put the green in the bag like a lawnmower,
Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow,
Extra clip in the stash like a console,
Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Donald.
What the fuck, bro? Where the love go?
Swizzy, he the chef, I like my lunch gross.
Just look up, bro, there the Scuds go,
I see the shovel, but where did bruh go?
Hmm, to the unknown,
Only way he comin' back is through his unborns,
If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a druglord,
It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar?

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
What the fuck, though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go.
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro,
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo.
What the fuck, though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go.
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro,
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo.

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