Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Block Lockdown, artist - Ludacris. Date of issue: 26.11.2001
Song language: English
Block Lockdown |
| Yeah Dirty South baby — Ludacris |
| Shout to Chaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor |
| . |
| it’s goin down |
| Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' |
| Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South |
| 'Cris (yeah) you ready? |
| Oh it’s my turn? |
| Aiight. |
| 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 |
| 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 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 |
| You be in jail still runnin it on the outside |
| Thank not then won’t ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who cares? |
| 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 |
| 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 ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops — never happen |
| And meanwhile I been thinkin man |
| Niggas been 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 |
| 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 |
| Ain’t 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? |
| 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 |