Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor .. it's goin down [DTP] Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South 'Cris （yeah） you ready? [Ludacris] 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 **** about that ***** man, c'mon! We puttin holes in your residence And lose anybody for the right president We thugged out street ****** with intelligence So all that bulls*it 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 um Ludacris tell how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH oh uh 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 **** 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 ****** 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 f****n pipes out You try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out They can't **** with us ****** you think they dyked out, so don't play
Disturbin The Peace, we do that funky s*it Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make that funky s*it And keep y'all women away if they got funky c**t 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 **** 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 ***** to follow you to safety How dare you wanna be heroes and chase me It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why? Funky s*it oh
Do that funky s*it oh Do that funky s*it oh Do that funky s*it oh Do that funky s*it uh Do that funky s*it uh Do that funky s*it
[00:01.23]Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris [00:02.61]Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor [00:04.43].. it's goin down [00:19.81][DTP] [00:20.05]Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' [00:21.05]Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South [00:22.93]'Cris （yeah） you ready? [00:24.68][Ludacris] [00:25.37]Oh it's my turn? Aiight.. [00:26.43]I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock （what?） [00:28.99]She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg lock （ohh） [00:31.62] [00:32.48]She said she like the way I stick and make the bed rock [00:35.35]or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and it's on [00:39.73]So stop the sweatin like a wristband [00:41.66]And get some balance like a bike without the kickstand [00:44.79]I think I changed the definition of a hit man [00:48.10]Cuz I could really give a **** about that ***** man, c'mon! [00:52.04]We puttin holes in your residence [00:54.04]And lose anybody for the right president [00:57.42]We thugged out street ****** with intelligence [01:00.42]So all that bulls*it you yappin is irrelevant [01:03.79]Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty Southside [01:06.86]I'm a dentist makin women open they mouth wide [01:10.04]You be in jail still runnin it on the outside [01:13.23]Thank not then won't ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who cares? [01:17.23]I got my corner on lockdown [01:19.29]About to hold this whole block down [01:21.54]um Ludacris tell how the South sound [01:24.48]UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA [01:30.72]UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH oh uh uh oh uh oh [01:42.06]Comin to Shady Park is like a peep show [01:44.49]It's some respectable ladies and there some freak hoes [01:47.56]I know killers that go to church up in they street clothes [01:50.81]You'll end up missin more than Shaq when shootin free throws [01:53.93]They packin and bout to open up the **** spot [01:56.93]My neighborhood is stoppin cars like a roadblock [02:00.06]They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin boat rock [02:03.06]And catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen [02:07.62]And meanwhile I been thinkin man [02:09.68]****** been slangin tapes like they slangin 'caine [02:12.99]Cuz in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutang [02:15.87]So if you tryin to stop the hustle get the dangalang [02:18.99]Okay, we tryin to make our own White House [02:22.43]Paint it black and start yellin our f****n pipes out [02:25.43]You try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out [02:28.56]They can't **** with us ****** you think they dyked out, so don't play [02:32.74] [02:57.73]Disturbin The Peace, we do that funky s*it [03:00.23]Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique [03:03.10]See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make that funky s*it [03:06.30]And keep y'all women away if they got funky c**t [03:09.55]Understand, we got that dough and it get rolled up [03:12.56]You pay the price and still we got the block sold up [03:15.62]Aint nothin nice a full house don't make you fold up [03:19.02]You full of heist and try to jet and I'm like - [03:22.27]hold up, god damn - I need to say it on a megaphone [03:25.27]And tell your sister get the **** up off the telephone [03:28.09]These fools is tickin me off like fifty metronome [03:31.27]I'm takin all of ya money just call me Pebbletone! [03:34.65]Alright? I got the pistol and the safe key [03:37.59]You betta tell your ***** to follow you to safety [03:40.65]How dare you wanna be heroes and chase me [03:43.85]It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why? [04:14.27]Funky s*it oh [04:16.21] [04:19.37]Do that funky s*it oh [04:32.30]Do that funky s*it oh [04:38.67]Do that funky s*it oh [04:41.86]Do that funky s*it uh [04:52.31]Do that funky s*it uh [05:00.31]Do that funky s*it
