Lyrics provided by http://www.1songlyrics.com/ ---Uproar (feat. Swizz Beatz)--- --Lil Wayne-- Y'all know his name Ayo Mac 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 don't ain't a lighter, what the fuck you smoking forWhat 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 snoreWhat the fuck 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 drugs go If she sip lean, double cup toast Gotta duffle full of hundos Down the love go, where's the uproar? What the fuck tho? 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 buffaloGet 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 goThis 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 down like a bundle Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrowExtra clip in the stash like a console Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Don O What the fuck 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 drugs go? Mm 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 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 buffaloWhat 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 Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.