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Correct Block Lock Down Lyrics
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Yeah, Dirty South, baby, Ludacris Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor It's goin down Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' 'Disturbin' The Peace', Def Jam South 'Cris you ready? (Yeah) Oh, it's my turn? Aight 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 right 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 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 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 c*** 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, goddamn, 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
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