[Funkmaster Yeah Dirty baby - Ludacris Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn .. it's down
Yeah, Flex, Volume Fo' Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam 'Cris (yeah) you
Oh my turn? Aiight.. I got permission to put ya mamma in a (what?) She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg (ohh) She said she like the way I stick and the bed rock or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and on So stop the like a wristband And get some like a bike without the kickstand I think I the definition of a hit man 'cause I could give a fuck 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 that bullshit you is irrelevant Oh yeah, I the Dirty Southside I'm a dentist makin women open they mouth You be in jail still runnin it on the Thank not then won't ya up ya mouth riiiight, but who cares?
repeat 2X] I got my corner on to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the sound UUH AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH AH uh oh uh oh uh oh
2] Comin to Park is like a peep show It's some respectable ladies and some freak hoes I know killers that go to church up in 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 cars like a roadblock They movin' like Atlanta was movin boat rock And catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never And meanwhile I thinkin 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 to make our own White House Paint it black and start our fuckin pipes out You try to tackle players and you'll get psyched out They can't fuck with us niggaz you think they dyked out, so don't
3] Disturbin The Peace, we do funky shit Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey See Dre'll on them shades, and make that funky shit And keep y'all women away if got funky 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 - I need to say it on a megaphone And tell your sister get the fuck up off the These fools is me off like fifty metronome I'm takin all of ya money call me Pebbletone! Alright? I got the and the safe key You betta tell bitch to follow you to safety How you wanna be heroes and chase me It's Ludacris wont no evidence to trace me, you know why?
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