Текст песни Funkmaster Flex f Ludacris - The Mix Tape Volume IV: 60 Minutes of Fu
Funkmaster Flex f Ludacris - The Mix Tape Volume IV: 60 Minutes of Fu слова песни
[Funkmaster Flex]Yeah Dirty South baby - LudacrisShout 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 rockor how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and 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 manCuz I could really give a fuck about that bitch man, c`mon!We puttin holes in your residenceAnd lose anybody for the right presidentWe thugged out street niggaz with intelligenceSo all that bullshit you yappin is irrelevantOh yeah, I represent the Dirty SouthsideI`m a dentist makin women open they mouth wideYou be in jail still runnin it on the outsideThank not then won`t ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who cares?[Chorus: repeat 2X]I got my corner on lockdownAbout to hold this whole block downLudacris tell um how the South soundUUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAAUHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh[Verse 2]Comin to Shady Park is like a peep showIt`s some respectable ladies and there some freak hoesI know killers that go to church up in they street clothesYou`ll end up missin more than Shaq when shootin free throwsThey packin and bout to open up the dope spotMy neighborhood is stoppin cars like a roadblockThey movin` weight like Atlanta was movin boat rockAnd catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never happenAnd meanwhile I been thinkin manNiggaz been slangin tapes like they slangin `caineCuz in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutangSo if you tryin to stop the hustle get the dangalangOkay, we tryin to make our own White HousePaint it black and start yellin our fuckin pipes outYou try to tackle some players and you`ll get psyched outThey 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 shitHey, what can I say? We got a monkey cliqueSee Dre`ll throw on them shades, and make that funky shitAnd keep y`all women away if they got funky clitUnderstand, we got that dough and it get rolled upYou pay the price and still we got the block sold upAint nothin nice a full house don`t make you fold upYou full of heist and try to jet and I`m like - hold up, god damn - I need to say it on a megaphoneAnd tell your sister get the fuck up off the telephoneThese fools is tickin me off like fifty metronomeI`m takin all of ya money just call me Pebbletone!Alright? I got the pistol and the safe keyYou betta tell your bitch to follow you to safetyHow dare you wanna be heroes and chase meIt`s Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why?[Chorus]Funky shit ohDo that funky shit ohDo that funky shit ohDo that funky shit ohDo that funky shit uhDo that funky shit uhDo that funky shit