Ludacris Lyrics

Album: Unknown

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 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