Block Lockdown

Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South
'Cris (yeah) you ready?

Oh it's my turn? Aight

I got permission to put ya mama in a headlock (what?)
She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg lock (oh)
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, come on
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?

I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell 'em how the South sound
(Uh) grrah, (uh, uh-uh) grrah
(Uh) grrah, (oh)
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell 'em how the South sound
(Uh) grrah, (uh, uh-uh) grrah
(Uh) grrah, (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 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 orangutan
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 'em how the South sound
(Uh) grrah, (uh, uh-uh) grrah
(Uh) grrah, (oh)
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell 'em how the South sound
(Uh) grrah, (uh, uh-uh) grrah
(Uh) grrah, (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 'em how the South sound
(Uh) grrah, (uh, uh-uh) grrah
(Uh) grrah, (oh)
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell 'em how the South sound
(Uh) grrah, (uh, uh-uh) grrah
(Uh) grrah, (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