Текст (слова) песни: Funkmaster Flex f Ludacris - Block Lockdown

 
[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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