Funkmaster Flex, Ludacris - Block Lockdown lyrics

Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris
Shout to Chaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor
It's goin down

Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo'
Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South
'Cris (yeah) you ready?

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


Fuck about that bitch man, c'mon!
We puttin holes in your residence
And lose anybody for the right president
We thugged out street
Niggas with intelligence
So all that bullshit 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
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

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 dope 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
Niggas been slangin tapes like
They slangin 'caine cuz in the hood it's
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 fuckin pipes out
You try to tackle some players
And you'll get psyched out
They can't fuck with us niggas
You think they dyked out, so don't play

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

Disturbin The Peace, we do that funky shit
Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique
See Dre'll throw on them shades
And make that funky shit
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
Ain't 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
Fuck 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 bitch to
Follow you to safety
How dare you wanna be heroes and chase me
It's Ludacris won't leave no
Evidence to trace me, you know why?

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

Funky shit oh do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit uh do that funky shit uh
Do that funky shit