Lyric Block Lockdown - Funkmaster Flex

Lyric Song Block Lockdown: Funkmaster Flex
Yeah Dirty South baby Ludacris
Shout to Shaka Zulumy man Shawn Taylor
it s goin down

DTP
YeahFunk FlexVolume Fo
Disturbin The PeaceDef 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 dreadlockand 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 manc 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 yeahI 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 riiiightbut 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 AHUH 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
Okaywe 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 outso don t play

Chorus

Verse 3
Disturbin The Peacewe do that funky shit
Heywhat can I say We got a monkey clique
See Dre ll throw on them shadesand make that funky shit
And keep y all women away if they got funky clit
Understandwe 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 upgod 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 meyou 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