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Block Lockdown Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 4: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

Yeah, Dirty South baby, Ludacris 

Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor 

It's goin' down 

 

Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' 

Disturbin' the peace, Def Jam South 

'Cris, you ready? 

 

Oh, it's my turn, aiight 

I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock 

She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg lock 

She said she like the way I stick and make the bed rock 

 

Or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock 

And 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 man, c'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 yeah, I 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 right, but who cares? 

 

I got my corner on lockdown 

About to hold this whole block down 

Ludacris tell 'em how the South sound 

Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh, Buddah-Laa 

Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh 

 

I got my corner on lockdown 

About to hold this whole block down 

Ludacris tell 'em how the South sound 

Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh, Buddah-Laa 

Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh 

 

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' 'em's like seein' Muslims eatin' pork chops 

Never happen and meanwhile I been thinkin', man 

Niggaz been slangin' tapes like they slangin' 'caine 

 

'Cuz in the hood, it's gettin' ugly like orangutang 

So if you tryin' to stop the hustle, get the dangalang 

Okay, we 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 out, so don't play 

 

I got my corner on lockdown 

About to hold this whole block down 

Ludacris tell 'em how the South sound 

Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh, Buddah-Laa 

Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh 

 

I got my corner on lockdown 

About to hold this whole block down 

Ludacris tell 'em how the South sound 

Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh, Buddah-Laa 

Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh 

 

Disturbin' the peace, we do that funky shit 

Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique 

See Dre'll throw on them shades and make that funky shit 

And keep y'all women away if they got funky clit 

 

Understand, we 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 up 

 

God 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, won't leave no evidence to trace me, you know why? 

 

I got my corner on lockdown 

About to hold this whole block down 

Ludacris tell 'em how the South sound 

Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh, Buddah-Laa 

Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh 

 

I got my corner on lockdown 

About to hold this whole block down 

Ludacris tell 'em how the South sound 

Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh, Buddah-Laa 

Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh 

 

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 

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