Block Lockdown (feat. Infamous 2-0)

Disturbing the peace, Def Jam South

'Cris (Yeah), ya ready?

Oh, it's my turn? A'ight

I got permission to put your 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 sweating 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 putting holes in your residence

And lose anybody for the right presidents

We thugged out street **** with intelligence

So all that bullshit you yapping is irrelevant

Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty Southside

I'm a dentist making women open they mouth wide

Could be in jail, still running 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 buddha, uh uh uh buddha

Uh buddha, oh oh oh oh

I got my corner on lockdown

About to hold this whole block down

Ludacris, tell 'em how the South sound

Uh buddha, uh uh uh buddha

Uh buddha, oh oh oh oh

Coming 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 missing more than Shaq when shootin' free throws

They packing and 'bout to open up the dope spot

My neighborhood is stopping cars like a roadblock

They moving weight like Atlanta was moving boat rock

And catchin' 'em is like seeing Muslims eating pork chops, never happen

And meanwhile I been thinking, man

**** started slanging tapes like they slanging 'caine

'Cause in the 'hood it's getting ugly like orangutang

So, if you trying to stop the hustle, get the dangalang

Okay, we trying to make our own White House

Paint it black and start yelling our fucking pipes out

You try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out

They can't fuck with us ****, 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 buddha, uh, uh, uh, buddha

Uh buddha, oh, oh, oh, oh

I got my corner on lockdown

About to hold this whole block down

Ludacris, tell 'em how the South sound

Uh buddha, uh, uh, uh, buddha

Uh buddha, oh, oh, oh, oh

Disturbing 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 magaphone

And tell your sister, get the fuck up off the telephone

These fools is ticking me off like fifty metronome

I'm taking all of your money, just call me Pebbletone

Alright? I got the pistol and the safe key

You better tell your bitch to follow you to safety

How dare you wanna be heroes and try to 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 buddha, uh, uh, uh, buddha

Uh buddha, oh, oh, oh, oh

I got my corner on lockdown

About to hold this whole block down

Ludacris, tell 'em how the South sound

Uh buddha, uh, uh, uh, buddha

Uh buddha, oh, oh, oh, oh

Funky shit

Oh, do that funky shit

Oh, do that funky shit

Oh, do that funky shit

Oh, do that funky shit

Oh, do that funky shit

Oh, do that funky shit

Do that funky shit

Yeah

Welcome to Atlanta, jacking hammers and Vogues

Back to the macking and jacking the clothes, adolescents packing a fo'

A knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know

The one with the flow, who did it? It was me, I suppose

J.D. in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cut Supreme

Skating down Old Nat', gat tucked and leaned

I split ya spleen, as a matter of fact, I split ya team

No blood on the sneak's, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean

I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams

I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines

Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork

Only silverware I needs a steak, knife, and a fork

Did you forget your fucking manners? I'm Bruce with Banners

Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannons

The wooly mammoth sabertooth, bitch, bite your tongue

I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come

I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus

So I stripped them off the wall

Waiting for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin' 'em up

I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up

In fact I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac'n the truck

I can't lose with twenty-two's, bitch, that's what's up

Running in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aqueduct

Chill-il-il-il-il-il-lin' flip-pi-pi-pi-pi-pin', what?

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo yo

Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo

Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo

Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo

Welcome to Atlanta, where the players play

And we ride on them thangs, like everyday

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop till eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta, where the players play

And we ride on them thangs, like everyday

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop till eight in the mornin'

Yo, uh

Now the party don't start till I walk in

And I usually don't leave until the thang ends

But in the meantime, in between time

You work yo' thing, I'll work mine

I been puttin' it down here since '83

Since the Lakeshore MD rivalry

When Frozen Paradise was the place to be

If you was ridin', you was bumping to homie Shy D

I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin'-ist Player

Make my own rules, bitch, call me the mayor

Money night, Gentlemen's Club

Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up

Wendesday, I'm at Strokers on lean

Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream

Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski

Right on the flo' is where you can find me

Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy

You can find me up in one-tweezy

Sunday, is when I get my sleep in

'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo yo

Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo

Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo

Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo

Welcome to Atlanta, where the players play

And we ride on them thangs, like everyday

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop till eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta, where the players play

And we ride on them thangs, like everyday

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop till eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta, where the players play

And we ride on them thangs, like everyday

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop till eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta, where the players play

And we ride on them thangs, like everyday

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop till eight in the mornin'