[Intro: Ludacris]
Disturbing Tha Peace, Def Jam South
Chris (Yeah), you ready?
Oh it's my turn? Aight
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
I got permission to put yo mamma in a headlock (What?)
She tried to took 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
'Cause 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 niggas 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
Could be in jail still runnin' it on the outside
Thank not then won't you open up yo mouth riiight, but who cares?
[Chorus: I-20, Ludacris]
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris, tell 'em how the South sound
Ooh! Graaa! Ooh-ooh-ooh, graaa!
Ooh! Graaa! 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
Ooh! Graaa! Ooh-ooh-ooh, graaa!
Ooh! Graaa! Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
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 seein' Muslims eatin' pork chops - never happen
And meanwhile I been thinkin' man
Niggas started slangin' tapes like they slangin' 'caine
'Cause in the hood its gettin' ugly like orangutan
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 niggas you think they dyked out, so don't play
[Chorus: I-20, Ludacris]
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris, tell 'em how the South sound
Ooh! Graaa! Ooh-ooh-ooh, graaa!
Ooh! Graaa! 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
Ooh! Graaa! Ooh-ooh-ooh, graaa!
Ooh! Graaa! Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Disturbing Tha Peace, we do that monkey shit
Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique
See Drae'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
Ain't 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, goddamn"
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 yo 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 tryna chase me
It's Ludacris won't leave no evidence to trace me, you know why?
[Chorus: I-20, Ludacris]
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris, tell 'em how the South sound
Ooh! Graaa! Ooh-ooh-ooh, graaa!
Ooh! Graaa! 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
Ooh! Graaa! Ooh-ooh-ooh, graaa!
Ooh! Graaa! Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
[Outro: Ludacris]
That monkey shit , oh
Do that monkey shit, oh
Do that monkey shit, oh
Do that monkey shit, oh
Do that monkey shit, uh
Do that monkey shit, uh
Do that monkey shit
Do that monkey shit