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Block Lockdown Lyrics - Word Of Mouf - Ludacris

Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South 

'Cris (yeah) you ready? 

 

Oh it's my turn? Aight 

 

I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?) 

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

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 

'Cause 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 niggas 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 

Could be in jail still runnin it on the outside 

Think not, then won't ya open up ya mouth right, but who cares? 

 

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I got my corner on lockdown 

About to hold this whole block down 

Ludacris tell um how the South sound 

UUH 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 um how the South sound 

UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA 

UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh 

 

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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 is like seeing Muslims eatin pork chops, never happen 

And meanwhile I been thinkin man 

Niggas started slangin tapes like they slangin 'caine 

Cuz in the hood its 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 niggas you think they dyked out, so don't play 

 

I got my corner on lockdown 

About to hold this whole block down 

Ludacris tell um how the South sound 

UUH 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 um how the South sound 

UUH 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 dro and it get rolled up 

You pay the price and still we got the block sold up 

Ain't nothin nice a full house don't make you fold up 

You pull a 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 um how the South sound 

UUH 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 um how the South sound 

UUH 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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