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Download: Lil Wayne Ft. Swizz Beatz – Uproar [Audio+Video+Lyrics]
“Uproar” is a song by American rapper Lil Wayne. With its high tempo, the song feels as though you’re immersed in a concert, with a heavy beat and the sound of audiences cheering throughout. Swizz Beatz produced the song, which is the fourth track on Wayne’s most recent album, Tha Carter V.
The song peaked at No. 7 on the Billboard Hot 100 (so far).
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Lyrics
Y’all know his name
Ayo Mac let the beat drop
Ladies and gentlemen, C5 (Oh) (crowd cheering)
Wayne time (Oh)
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 smoking for
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, get it 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, then 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 otta duffle full of hundos
There the love go, where’s the uproar?
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
Get the fuck 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 fuck, 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 time like yuh dun kno
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 fuck bro? Where the love go?
Swizzy, you the chef, I like my lunch gross
Just look up, bro there the stars go
I see the shovel, but where did bruh go? Mm
To the unknown
Only way he comin’ back is through his unborn
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 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
