[DTP] Disturbing The Peace, Def Jam South 'Cris (yeah) you ready?
[Ludacris] Oh it's my turn? Alright, I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?) She tried to juke me in a figure-fo' leg lock (oh) 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 sweating like a wristband And get some balance like a bike without the kickstand I think I changed the definition of a hit man Cause I could really give a fuck about that bitch man, c'mon! We putting holes in your residence And lose anybody for the right president We thugged out street niggas with intelligence So all that bullshit you yapping is irrelevant Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty Southside I'm a dentist making women open they mouth wide You be in jail still running it on the outside Thank not then won't ya open up ya mouth right, but who cares?
[Chorus: x2] I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound Uh Buddha-la ah, uh uh uh Buddha-la Uh Buddha-la ah uh oh uh oh uh oh
[Verse 2] Coming 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 missing more than Shaq when shooting free throws They packing and bout to open up the dope spot My neighborhood is stopping cars like a roadblock They moving weight like Atlanta was moving boat rock And catching ums like seeun Muslims eating pork chops, never happen And meanwhile I been thinking man Niggas been slanging tapes like they slanging 'caine Cause in the hood its getting ugly like orangutan So if you trying to stop the hustle get the dangalang Okay, we trying to make our own White House Paint it black and start yelling our fucking 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
[Verse 3] Disturbing 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 nothing 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 ticking me off like fifty metronome I'm taking all of ya money just call me Pebbletone! Alright? I got the pistol and the safe key You better 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?
Funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh [Repeat: x5] Do that funky shit