Lil Wayne - Uproar lyrics

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] Y'all know his name Ayo Mac, let the beat drop Ladies and gentlemen, C5 (ow), Wayne time (ow) 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 uhh If you don't ain't a lighter, what the f** you smoking for We hot! (haaa) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] What the f** though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f** 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 hoe What the f** though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, where the ones go? It's a sh** show, put you front row Talkin' sh**, bro? Let your tongue show Money over b**hes, and above hoes That is still my favorite love quote Put the gun inside, what the f** for? I sleep with the gun, then she don't snore What the f** yo? Where the love go? Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle It's a blood bath, where the Suns go? It's a Swizz beat, down the drums go If she's iffy, down the d** go If she sip lean, double cup toast Gotta duffle full of hundos Down the love go, where's the uproar? [Hook] What the f** tho? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f** though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo What the f** though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f** though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Get the f** 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 f**, bro? It's where I'm from, bro We grew up fast, we rolled up slow We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope Dreadlock hang down like a bando 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 Don O What the f** though? Where the love go? Swizzy, you a chef, I like my lunch gross Just look up, bro there the stars goI see the shovel, but where the d** 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? [Hook] What the f** though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f** though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo What the f** though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f** though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo