|
|
|
LUDACRIS - Block Lockdown Added by Site Admin on 2004-10-04 17:14:27
| Rating | Not rated |
|
Download "LUDACRIS" music 
| LUDACRIS Fans (1) | ||
| add to My Songs | become a fan | |
 thudord |
||
| view all... | ||
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
(verse 1)I got permission to put your mama in a headlockShe tried to took me in a finger four headlockShe said she liked the way I stick and make the bed rockOr how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlockAnd it's onSo stop the sweatin like a wristbandAnd get some balance like a bike without the kickstandI think I changed the definition of a hit manCause I could really give a fuck about that bitch manC'monWe puttin holes in your residentsAnd lose anybody for the right presidentsWe thugged out street niggaz wit intelligenceSo all that bullshit you yapin is irrelevantOh yeahI represent the dirty south sideI'm a dentistMakin women open they mouth wideCould be in jail still running it on the outsideThink notThen open up your mouth rightBut who care(hook)I got my corner on lockdownAbout to hold this whole block downLudacris tell em how the south soundI got my corner on lockdownAbout to hold this whole block downLudacris tell em how the south sound(verse 2)Comin to shady park is like a peep showIt's some respectable ladiesAnd it's some freak hoesI know killers that go to church up in they street clothsYou'll end up missing more than shaq when shooting free throwsThey packin and about to open up the dope spotMy neighborhood is stopping cars like a roadblockThey moving weight like atlanta was moving boat rockAin't catching them like seeing muslim eating pork chopNever happenAnd mean while I've been thinking manNiggas started slaggin tapes like they slaggin kaneCause in the hood it's getting ugly like araggatangSo if you tryin to stop the hustleGet the dangalangO.k.We tryin to make our own while house pant it black and start yelling our pipes outYou try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched outThey can't fuck wit us niggaYou think they diked outSo don't play(hook)(verse 3)Disturbing the peace we do that monkey shitHey what can I sayWe got a monkey clickThrow on them shadesAnd make that funky shitAnd keep y'all women away if they get funkyClitUnderstandWe got that droAnd it get rolled upYou pay the price and still we got the block sewed upAin't nothing niceA full house a make you fold upYou pull a heist and try to jet and I'm like hold upGot damnI need to say it on a mega phoneAnd tell your sister to get the fuck up off the the telephoneThese fools is ticking me off like50 metronomeI'm taking all of your moneyJust call me pebble toneAlrightI get the pistol and the safe keyYou better tell yo bitch to follow you to safetyI dare you wanna be heroes to try to chase meIt's ludacrisWon't leave no evidence to trace me know why
| correct these lyrics |
Bookmark 
|
You have to be logged in to add a comment to this song.
Block Lockdown lyrics @ Lyricsty.com