Block Lockdown Ludacris (Ft. I-20)

[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