[Funkmaster Dirty South baby - Ludacris Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Taylor .. goin down
Yeah, Funk Flex, Fo' The Peace, Def Jam South 'Cris (yeah) you
Oh my turn? Aiight.. I got to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?) She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg (ohh) She said she 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 sweatin like a And get some balance like a without the kickstand I think I the definition of a hit man 'cause I really give a fuck about that bitch man, c'mon! We puttin holes in residence And lose anybody for the president We thugged out street with intelligence So all bullshit you yappin is irrelevant Oh yeah, I represent the Southside I'm a dentist makin open they mouth wide You be in jail still it on the outside Thank not won't ya open up ya mouth 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 Shady Park is a peep show It's some respectable ladies and some freak hoes I killers that go to church up in they street clothes You'll end up missin more Shaq when shootin free throws packin and bout to open up the dope spot My neighborhood is stoppin cars like a They movin' weight like was movin boat rock And catchin ums like seeun eatin pork chops - never happen And meanwhile I been man Niggaz been slangin like they slangin 'caine in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutang So if you tryin to the hustle get the dangalang Okay, we tryin to make our own White Paint it black and yellin our fuckin pipes out You try to tackle some and you'll get psyched out They can't fuck with us niggaz you think they out, so don't play
3] Disturbin The Peace, we do that shit Hey, what can I say? We got a clique See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make funky shit And keep women away if they got funky clit Understand, we got that dough and it get up You pay the and still we got the block sold up Aint nothin nice a full don't make you fold up You full of heist and try to jet and I'm - hold up, god damn - I to say it on a megaphone And tell your sister get the fuck up off the These fools is tickin me off like fifty I'm takin all of ya money call me Pebbletone! Alright? I got the pistol and the key You betta your bitch to follow you to safety How dare you be heroes and chase me It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you why?
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