Block Lockdown Lyric Ludacris BACK FOR THE FIRST TIME

[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 fuck about that bitch man, c'mon!
We puttin holes in your
residence
And lose anybody for the right president
We thugged out street
niggaz 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?

[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 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
Niggaz 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 fuckin pipes out
You try
to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out
They can't fuck with us
niggaz you think they dyked out, so don't
play

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
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
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 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 wont leave
no evidence to trace me, you know why?

[Chorus]

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

 

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