[Funkmaster Yeah Dirty South baby - Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Taylor .. it's down
Yeah, Flex, Volume 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 me in a figure-fo' leg lock (ohh) She said she like the way I stick and make the bed or how I and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and it's on So stop the like a wristband And get balance like a bike without the kickstand I think I the definition of a hit man I could really give a fuck about that bitch man, c'mon! We puttin in your residence And anybody for the right president We thugged out street niggaz intelligence So all that bullshit you yappin is Oh yeah, I represent the Southside I'm a dentist makin open they mouth wide You be in still runnin it on the outside not then won't ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who cares?
[Chorus: 2X] I got my on lockdown About to this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South UUH AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH AH uh oh uh oh uh oh
2] Comin to Shady Park is like a show It's some respectable ladies and there freak hoes I know killers that go to church up in street clothes You'll end up missin more than Shaq shootin free throws They packin and to open up the dope spot My is stoppin cars like a roadblock They movin' weight like Atlanta was boat rock And catchin ums like Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen And meanwhile I been man Niggaz been slangin tapes like slangin 'caine in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutang So if you to stop the hustle get the dangalang Okay, we tryin to make our own White it black and start yellin our fuckin pipes out You try to tackle some players and get psyched out They can't fuck with us niggaz you think dyked out, so don't play
3] Disturbin The Peace, we do funky shit Hey, can I say? We got a monkey clique See Dre'll on them shades, and make that funky shit And keep y'all women away if 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 of heist and try to jet and I'm like - hold up, god damn - I to say it on a megaphone And your sister get the fuck up off the telephone These fools is me off like fifty metronome I'm takin all of ya just call me Pebbletone! I got the pistol 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 leave no evidence to me, you know why?
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