[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