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(verse 1) I got permission to put your mama in a headlock She tried to took me in a finger four headlock She said she liked 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 residents And lose anybody for the right presidents We thugged out street niggaz wit intelligence So all that bullshit you yapin is irrelevant Oh yeah I represent the dirty south side I’m a dentist Makin women open they mouth wide Could be in jail still running it on the outside Think not Then open up your mouth right But who care (hook) I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell em how the south sound I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell em how the south sound (verse 2) Comin to shady park is like a peep show It’s some respectable ladies And it’s some freak hoes I know killers that go to church up in they street cloths You’ll end up missing more than shaq when shooting free throws They packin and about to open up the dope spot My neighborhood is stopping cars like a roadblock They moving weight like atlanta was moving boat rock Ain’t catching them like seeing muslim eating pork chop Never happen And mean while I’ve been thinking man Niggas started slaggin tapes like they slaggin kane Cause in the hood it’s getting ugly like araggatang So if you tryin to stop the hustle Get the dangalang O.k. We tryin to make our own while house pant it black and start yelling our pipes out You try to tackle some players and you’ll get psyched out They can’t fuck wit us nigga You think they diked out So don’t play (hook) (verse 3) Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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