Uproar (Explicit)

Uproar (Explicit) - Lil Wayne/Swizz Beatz

Lyrics by：Lamont Dozier/Eddie Holland/Brian Holland/Avery Chambliss/Swizz Beatz/Lil Wayne

Composed by：Dwayne Carter/Kasseem Dean/Avery Chambliss/Edward Holland/Lamont Herbert Dozier/Brian Holland

Produced by：Swizz Beatz/Avenue

I see

Thank you man thank you

Y'all know his name

Ayo Mack let the beat drop

Ladies and gentlemen

C5 oh Wayne time oh

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 don't ain't a lighter

What the **** you smoking for

We hot ha

What the **** though

Where the love go

Five four three two

I let one go

Bow get the **** 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

Get it rough h*e

What the **** though

Where the love go

Five four three two

Where the ones go

It's a **** show

Put you front row

Talkin' **** bro

Let your tongue show

Money over ***** and above h*e

That is still my favorite love quote

Put the gun inside

What the **** for

I sleep with the gun

And she don't snore

What the **** 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

What the **** though

Where the love go

Five four three two

I let one go

Bow get the **** though

I don't bluff bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the **** though

Where the love go

Five four three two

I let one go

Bow get the **** though

I don't bluff bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

Get the **** though

I don't bluff bro'

I come out the scuffle

Without a scuff bro

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 **** bro

It's where I'm from bro

We grow up fast we roll up slow

We throw up gang signs

She throw up d**e

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 **** 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' is through his unborns

If you see what's in my bag

Think I'm a drug Lord

It's empty when I give it back

Now where's the uproar

What the **** though

Where the love go

Five four three two I let one go

Bow get the **** though

I don't bluff bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the **** though

Where the love go

Five four three two

I let one go

Bow get the **** though

I don't bluff bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo