Artist: Lil Wayne f/ Swizz Beatz Album: Tha Carter V Song: Uproar Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Swizz Beatz] + (Lil Wayne) + {crowd} {Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy!} (I see) {Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy!} (Thank you man, thank you) Y'all know his name! Aiyyo Mack, let the beat drop Ladies and gentlemen, C5 - ohh! Wayne time - ohh! Yeah yeah yeah, woo! 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 ain't got a lighter what the fuck you smokin for? We hot! AHHH! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] + (Swizz Beatz) What the fuck though? (Damn!) Where the love go? (ohh!) Five four three two, I let one go (let's work) Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff bro Aimin at your head, like a buffalo [Lil Wayne] You're 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 hoe 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] - 2X [Lil Wayne] Get the fuck though, I don't bluff bro I come out the scuffle without a scuff, whoa Puff puff bro, I don't huff though Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke At your front door, with a gun stored "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 drug lord It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar? [Chorus] - 2X