Текст (слова) песни: Funkmaster Flex - Block LockdownLudacris/Infamous 20

[Funkmaster Flex]
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 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 riiiight, but who cares?

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell um how the South sound
UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA
UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh

[Verse 2]
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 ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen
And meanwhile I been thinkin man
Niggaz 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 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
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 wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why?

[Chorus]

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

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Funkmaster Flex - Block LockdownLudacris/Infamous 20 [Funkmaster Flex] 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 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 riiiight, but who cares? [Chorus: repeat 2X] I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh [Verse 2] 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 ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen And meanwhile I been thinkin man Niggaz 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 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why? [Chorus] 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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Block LockdownLudacris/Infamous 20: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/105/1/8883.html Все тексты песен: Funkmaster Flex » Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleCommon » Funkmaster Flex - UhhnnhBad Seed » Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleNas » Funkmaster Flex - Do That » Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleSlick Rick » Funkmaster Flex - The Mix Tape Volume 2 » Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleCanibus » Funkmaster Flex - The NeedleNature » Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleRas T » Funkmaster Flex - Fine LineSaukrates » Funkmaster Flex - Get MoneyJunior M.A.F.I.A. » Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleKaotic Style » Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleMissy `Misdemeanor` Elliott » Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleFugees » Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleBusy Bee » Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleShaq and Sonja Blade » Funkmaster Flex - RushLady Luck » Funkmaster Flex - GoodlifeFaith Evans » Funkmaster Flex - Block Lockdown » Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleEightball Рекомендуем скачать: » Филипп Киркоров - Салма » Фристайл - Крутой » Фактор2 - Марихуана 3000 » Фристайл - Говорила мама мне » Фейсконтроль - Размножайся » Филипп Киркоров - Милая » Ф.Киркоров - Ты это брось » Феликс Даллада - Лови счастливые мгновенья... » Ф.Киркоров - Жестокая любовь » Фабрика звезд-5 - Позови меня с собой (А.Пугачева+ФЗ-5) » Фристайл - Больно мне, больно » Ф.Киркоров - Зайка » Фидошные песни - Песня Фидошников » Фидошные песни - Поэма о ламерках » Филипп Киркоров - Ой, мама, шика дам (ОСП) » Фабрика - Море зовет » Филипп Киркоров - Я твой король » Филипп Киркоров - Обручальная ночь » Филипп Киркоров - Дива » Филипп Киркоров - Ты поверишь?
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