Block Lockdown歌词

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 **** about that ***** man, c'mon!
We puttin holes in your residence
And lose anybody for the right president
We thugged out street ****** with intelligence
So all that bulls*it 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?
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
um Ludacris tell how the South sound
UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA
UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH oh uh uh oh uh oh
Comin to Shady Park is like a peep show
It's some respectable ladies and there some freak hoes
I know killers 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 **** spot
My neighborhood is stoppin cars like a roadblock
They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin boat rock
And catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen
And meanwhile I been thinkin man
****** 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****n pipes out
You try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out
They can't **** with us ****** you think they dyked out, so don't play

Disturbin The Peace, we do that funky s*it
Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique
See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make that funky s*it
And keep y'all women away if they got funky c**t
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 **** 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 ***** 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?
Funky s*it oh

Do that funky s*it oh
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