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    Funkmaster Flex / Lyrics

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    "Block Lockdown" Lyrics

    Funkmaster Flex feat. Ludacris

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    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
    This song was submitted on January 24th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Christopher Bridges, Christopher Brian Bridges, Shondrae Crawford, Shondrae L Crawford.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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