[Funkmaster Yeah Dirty South baby - Shout to Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor .. it's down
Yeah, Flex, Volume Fo' The Peace, Def Jam South 'Cris (yeah) you
Oh my turn? Aiight.. I got permission to put ya mamma in a (what?) She tried to jook me in a leg lock (ohh) She she like the way I stick and make the bed rock or how I lick and leave her twisted a dreadlock, and it's on So stop the like a wristband And get some balance a bike without the kickstand I think I the definition of a hit man 'cause I could really give a about that bitch man, c'mon! We puttin holes in residence And lose anybody for the right We out street niggaz with intelligence So all bullshit you yappin is irrelevant Oh yeah, I the Dirty Southside I'm a dentist makin women open mouth wide You be in jail still it on the outside Thank not then won't ya open up ya riiiight, but who cares?
repeat 2X] I got my corner on About to hold this block down Ludacris um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH UHH AH uh oh uh oh uh oh
2] Comin to Park is like a peep show some respectable ladies and there some freak hoes I know killers that go to church up in they clothes You'll end up missin more than when shootin free throws They packin and to open up the dope spot My neighborhood is cars like a roadblock They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin rock And catchin ums like Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen And meanwhile I thinkin man Niggaz been slangin tapes like they 'caine 'cause in the hood its gettin like orangutang So if you tryin to stop the hustle get the Okay, we tryin to our own White House Paint it and start yellin our fuckin pipes out You try to some players and you'll get psyched out They can't fuck with us niggaz you think they dyked out, so play
3] Disturbin The Peace, we do that funky Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make that shit And keep y'all women away if they got clit Understand, we got dough and it get rolled up You pay the price and we got the block sold up Aint nothin a full house don't make you fold up You full of and try to jet and I'm like - hold up, god damn - I need to say it on a And your sister get the fuck up off the telephone fools is tickin me off like fifty metronome I'm all of ya money just call me Pebbletone! Alright? I got the and the safe key You betta tell your to follow you to safety How dare you wanna be heroes and me It's Ludacris wont no evidence to trace me, you know why?
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