Funkmaster Flex - Block Lock Down текст песни

Yeah dirty south baby
Ludacris, shout to shakazulu
My man Shawn Taylor
I'ts goin down
Yeah funk flex volume fo
Disturbin the peace def jam south
'Cris you ready
Oh I'ts my turn? aiight

[Verse 1]
I got permission to put ya mamma in a head lock
She tried to took me in a figga fo leg lock
She said she like the way I stick and make the bed rock
Or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dread lock
And it's on
So stop the sweatin like a wrist band
And get some balance like a bike without the kickstand
I think I changed the definition of a hitman
Cuz I could really give a fuck about that dick man
Come on
We puttin holes in your residence
And lose anybody for the right president
We thugged out street niggas with intelligence
So all that bull shit you yappin is irrelivent, oh yeah
I represent the dirty south side
I'm a dentist makin women open they mouth wide
You be in jail still runnin it on the outside
Thank not then wont ya open up ya mouth riiiight
But who cares

Chorus (2x)
I got my border on lock down
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell um how the South sound
UUH BUDDAH(?) AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH (?)AH
UUH BUDDAH(?) AH uh oh uh oh uh oh

[Verse 2]
Comin to shady parkets just like a peep show
I'ts some respectable ladies and there some freak hoes
I know killaz that go to church up in they street clothes
(?)Miss than more than Shaq when shootin free throws
They packin and bout to open up the dope spot
My neighborhood is stoppin cars like a road block
They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin boat rock
And catchin us like (?) was eatin pork chops
Never happen
And meanwhile I been thinkin man
Niggas been slangin tapes like they slangin cane
Cuz in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutang
So if you tryin to stop the hustle get tha dangalang
Okay, we tryin to make our own white house
Paint it black and start yellin our fuckin bites out
You try to stop wit them playas and you'll get dyked out
They cant fuck with us niggas you think they dyked out
So dont play

Chorus (2x)

[Verse 3]
Disturbin the peace we do that funky shit
Hey what can I say we got a monkey clique
See (?) throw on them shades
And make that funky shit
And keep yaal 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 bull house dont make you fold up
You full of heist and tryin to get it and I'm like
Hold up, god dam
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 metradome
I'm takin all of ya money just call me pebble tone, 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
I'ts Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me
Know why?

Chorus (2x)

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