Ludacris - Block Lockdown lyrics

(feat. Funkmaster Flex) [Funkmaster Flex] Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor .. it's goin down [DTP] Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South 'Cris (yeah) you ready? [Ludacris] Oh it's my turn? Aiight.. I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?) She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg lock (ohh) She said she like the way I stick and make the bed rock or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and it's on So stop the sweatin like a wristband And get some balance like a bike without the kickstand I think I changed the definition of a hit man Cuz I could really give a f** about that b**h man, c'mon! We puttin holes in your residence And lose anybody for the right president We thugged out street n***az with intelligence So all that bullsh** you yappin is irrelevant Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty Southside I'm a dentist makin women open they mouth wide You be in jail still runnin it on the outside Thank not then won't ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who cares? [Chorus: repeat 2X] I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh [Verse 2] Comin to Shady Park is like a peep show It's some respectable ladies and there some freak hoes I know k**ers that go to church up in they street clothes You'll end up missin more than Shaq when shootin free throws They packin and bout to open up the dope spot My neighborhood is stoppin cars like a roadblock They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin boat rock And catchin ums like seeun m**ms eatin pork chops - never happen And meanwhile I been thinkin man n***az been slangin tapes like they slangin 'caine Cuz in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutang So if you tryin to stop the hustle get the dangalang Okay, we tryin to make our own White House Paint it black and start yellin our f**in pipes out You try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out They can't f** with us n***az you think they dyked out, so don't play [Chorus] [Verse 3] Disturbin The Peace, we do that funky sh** Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make that funky sh** And keep y'all women away if they got funky clit Understand, we got that dough and it get rolled up You pay the price and still we got the block sold up Aint nothin nice a full house don't make you fold up You full of heist and try to jet and I'm like - hold up, god damn - I need to say it on a megaphone And tell your sister get the f** up off the telephone These fools is tickin me off like fifty metronome I'm takin all of ya money just call me Pebbletone! Alright? I got the pistol and the safe key You betta tell your b**h to follow you to safety How dare you wanna be heroes and chase me It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why? [Chorus] Funky sh** oh Do that funky sh** oh Do that funky sh** oh Do that funky sh** oh Do that funky sh** uh Do that funky sh** uh Do that funky sh**