Name: Block Lockdown
Duration: 4 min 55 s
Description: Слушайте песню Block Lockdown - Ludacris, Infamous 2-0 онлайн с альбома Word Of Mouf в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:55. Год выхода - 2001

Word Of Mouf

Ludacris

Coming 2 America

Rollout (My Business)

Infamous 2-0

Lil Fate

Three 6 Mafia

Go 2 Sleep

Cry Babies (Oh No)

Fate Wilson

She Said

Nate Dogg

Area Codes

Keon Bryce

Growing Pains

Mystikal

I-20

Move B***h

Sleepy Brown

Saturday (Oooh! Ooooh!)

Jazze Pha

Keep It On The Hush

4 Ize

Word Of Mouf (Freestyle)

Shawnna

Get The F*** Back

Block Lockdown

Hip-Hop

I got permission to put yo' mamma in a headlock (what?)

She tried to took me in a figure-fo' leg lock (oh)

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 (ah)

And get some balance like a bike without the kickstand

I think I changed the definition of a hit man (uh)

'Cause I could really give a fuck about that bitch, man (woo), c'mon!

We thugged out street niggas with intelligence

So all that bullshit you yappin' is irrelevant, oh, yeah

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 right, but who cares?

Comin' to Shady Park is like a peep show (ooh)

It's some respectable ladies and there some freak hoes (yeah)

I know killers that go to church up in they street clothes (woo)

You'll end up missin' more than Shaq when shootin' free throws (oh)

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 (thinkin', man)

Niggas started slangin' tapes like they slangin' 'caine (slangin' 'caine)

'Cause in the hood its gettin' ugly like orangutan (orangutan)

So if you tryin' to stop the hustle get the dangalang

OK, we tryin' to make our own White House (white House)

Paint it black and start yellin' our fuckin' pipes out (pipes out)

You try to tackle some players, and you'll get psyched out (woo, psyched out)

They can't fuck with us niggas you think they dyked out (woo), so don't play

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 (wha'?)

And keep y'all women away if they got funky clit (woo), understand

We got that dough and it get rolled up (rolled up)

You pay the price and still we got the block sold up (sold up)

Ain't nothin' nice a full house don't make you fold up (fold up)

You full of heist and try to jet, and I'm like, "Hold up, goddamn"

And tell your sister get the fuck up off the telephone

These fools is tickin' me off like 50 metronome

I'm takin' all of yo' money just call me Pebbletone, alright?

You better 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?

Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues

Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin' a four

A knock on the door (who is it?), I would happen to know

The one with the flow (who did it?), It was me, I suppose

JD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme

Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned

I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team

No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean

I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams

I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines

Oink, oink, pig, pig, do away with the pork

Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork

Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners

Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon

The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue

I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come

I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus

Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin' 'em up

I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up

In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck

I can't lose with 22s, bitch, that's what's up

Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct

Chil-li-li-li-lin, fli-pi-pi-pi-pin, what?

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin'

And we ride on them thangs like every day

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)

And parties don't stop (yo) 'til eight (uh) in the mo'nin'

And I usually don't leave until the thing ends (uh)

If you was ridin', you was bumping to homie Shy-D

I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin'-ist Player (uh, huh)

Make my own rules, bitch, call me the mayor

Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up

Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream

Right on the flo' is where you can find me

'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!

Слушайте песню Block Lockdown - Ludacris, Infamous 2-0 онлайн с альбома Word Of Mouf в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:55. Год выхода - 2001

Block Lockdown

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