歌手:Funkmaster Flex
专辑:《The Mix Tape, Vol. 4: 60 Minutes of Funk》

Yeah, Dirty
South baby,
LudacrisShout 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 ****** about that ****** man, c'mon
We puttin' holes in your residence
And lose anybody for the right president
We thugged out street ******z with intelligence
So all that bull*******t 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 **** 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
******z 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 ******' pipes out
You try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out
They can't ****** with us ******z, 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 *******t
Hey, what can
I say? We got a monkey clique
See Dre'll throw on them shades and make that funky *******t
And keep y'all women away if they got funky ******
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, 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 *******t, oh, do that funky *******t, oh
Do that funky *******t, oh, do that funky *******t oh
Do that funky *******t, uh, do that funky *******t uh
Do that funky *******t