dj drama
lockdown
[Intro - Akon] Testing one, two, three Akon and YB [Verse 1 - Ya Boy] Lock down, time to make my block proud California on twenty four hour watch now It's finna take over baby, hot style Yeah the young county Konvict got the rock now I hear the rumors saying that I just popped now Like they never heard a hood nigga with a hot style I got the heels to birds, and the block now Old bitches want to holler at me because I'm hot now I got a new bitch sitting in my drop now Song on the radio, album about to drop now Music lives in California, living proof Ya Boy, the Roc, Konvict, what it do? I been had what these other niggas getting to Take your girl home, and make her earn all them Jimmy Choos I hope you like heat, it's hot in the kitchen boo Do you have service? Am I getting through? [Chorus - Akon] Hey, I know you heard we got the drop now Konvict supplying niggas around the clock now Getting money and we forced to put the Glock down Glock down, Glock down And we expanded all the pipes now And I can get accustomed to this lifestyle No more spending all my cash trying to fight trial It's on lock down Because victory is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Because victory is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine [Verse 2 - Ya Boy] Another watch, another chain, another charm copped Time to wake these niggas up like alarm clocks I see them hating so we got to keep the arms cocked I'm the reason CA on storm watch It's about to get ugly, no Whoopi Gold Superstar, still in the kitchen whipping O's Toss it to my youngins, call me when you get it gone Fuck a rap nigga, we about to get it on I'm speaking for California from the top down Holler at Ya Boy, I got it locked down I tried to tell them this forever like a diamond I'm so hot, shorty I can change the climate [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Akon] And as the days pass by like a G7 And all my hustlers on the corner of 7-Eleven Pour another on the ground and we'll start repping For all the homies laying down, resting up in heaven And I hope you watching down And proud of how we just locked it down No letting nothing stop the cash or get caught up In the streets, that's how we brought up [Verse 4 - Ya Boy] I'm from the city where the fiends shoot up and spark Load the ammo, it's time to shoot up the charts Game cold baby, you might need a scarf Rockstar, but I'm riding like Noah's ark Louis shades, Dolce and Gabbana cloth Your girl know I stay fly like Santa Claus On the road with a trunk full of Asher Roth We gone pop Rosay when the package off I swear to God I went and got the Bay cracking y'all But I couldn't do it without L.A. backing dog Niggas say they gone get me, I laugh it off Because they know I keep shooters like basketball Lock it down, make Kon throw away the key Real nigga, record deal ain't changing me It took a while, but we still got from A to Z I put in work, nigga what you got to say to me? [Chorus]