Ludacris

[fox69]

 

[fox69]

"#IDGAF Intro"

"#IDGAF Intro"


I got one motherfuckin responsibility in this world
That's me and that's it motherfucker
For anybody and everything that I think has shit, do you understand?!
That's a question best posed to yourself
I'm giving you a chance
I'm giving you a shot at redemption
Do you understand that?
I don't give a fuck about any stupid motherfuckers
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck

 

[fox69]

"1st & 10"
(feat. Infamous 2-D & Fate Wilson)

"1st & 10"
(feat. Infamous 2-D & Fate Wilson)



Click, click
Click, click
Yeah
Click, click
DTP nigga!

[Infamous 2-0]
I started with ten mack tens
And ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times richer in the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men

[Fate Wilson]
At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs
Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs

[Ludacris]
Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks
Watching eight flicks
You's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lips
I figure eight when my mind goes in circles
DID I DO THAT or was it Mystikal and Urkel?

[Infamous 2-0]
On to 7 Ak 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep

[Chorus]
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game
If you won't settle the score

[Fate Wilson]
I got six hoes distributing on six blocks
It's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing
Six gun shots left
One pint of Vodka before this pimp will hit
It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket

[Ludacris]
Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus
Then smack you so hard that you have to come with 2Pacalypse
Five stars, twenty rims, five cars
I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars

[Infamous 2-0]
I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor
For you niggas talkin' shit
I'm fixin' to show you what for
I did four months in the bing instead of a hearst
Now it's DTP for life, dog for better or worse

[Fate Wilson]
I fuck three best friends
Ran on all three the same game
In these streets I'm a murderer
I got three alias names
I'm three times insane
Three shots will cave your brain
On 3 fire and ready, cock back and aim

[Chorus]
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game
If you won't settle the score

[Ludacris]
I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunition
But at Friday the 13th
What's up now superstition?
I'm a two timer with a couple of twins
Double jeopardy
With a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz

[Fate Wilson]
I got one motto get dough till your gone
I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes
I'm numero uno with one more before I go
If you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow

[Infamous 2-0]
And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me
Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys
0-6 is my clique along with PC
Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez

[Ludacris]
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain

It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game
If you won't settle the score

 

[fox69]

"9 Times Out Of 10"
(feat. French Montana, Que)

"9 Times Out Of 10"
(feat. French Montana, Que)



[Intro: Que]
9 time out of 10 I'm probably fuckin' with some hoes
At the strip club playin' Eenie Meenie Miney Mo
Walk in side the booty club, I'm pickin' any one I want
9 times out of 10 I'm probably fuckin' with some hoes

[Hook: Que]
9 time out of 10 I'm probably fuckin' with some hoes
At the strip club playing Eenie Meenie Miney Mo
Walk in side the booty club, I'm pickin' any one I want
9 times out of 10 I'm probably fucking with some hoes
Eenie Meenie Miney Mo, Eenie Meenie Miney Mo
Eenie Meenie Miney Mo, Eenie Meenie Miney Mo
Eenie Meenie Miney Mo, Eenie Meenie Miney Mo
Eenie Meenie Miney Mo, Eenie Meenie Miney Mo

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Luda!
50 thousand hangin' from my earlobe
With a bank account that most niggas would kill for
Stupid retarded crib, and all my whips clean
Rockin' some Jays that don't come out til 2015
I'm moonwalking bitch,
Yeah, I'm Michael Jackson thriller fresh
Slipped inside the mirror, saw a pimp nigga in the flesh
Spray some Polo cologne, to match my Polo socks
Now Coke bottle bitches, make your soda pop
And drop it like I ain't ever seen you drop it before ho
Drop it for a legend or this DTP logo
Drop it for a little free marketing and promo
And let me Instagram this photo

[Hook: Que]

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Scrolling through my Ho-lledex
Eenie Meenie Miney Mo, let's see what ho is next
So many to choose from, I can't make up my mind
But whoever I pick better get up on the dick
Real quick, don't waste my time
Cause I got shit to do, so I'm just bout to smash
Soon as I'm through with you, back to countin' this cash
I'm hung low to all these women, I'm their antidote
And when they on my dick look like they riding a banana boat
But on they period, I don't want them mislead
So it's a sign by my bed that say "No turn on red"
Treating women like spades, I'm so unstoppable
Just tying to leave the club with 'bout 3 and I'm possible

[Hook: Que]

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Coke Boys in the house, that cost a house
Disturbing the peace, smoking that loud
Throw up 50 like nothin'
Cause bitch I'm worth 20 Ms
Brick throwing got your bitch jumping like Sean Penn
Got a neck full of gold, fresh out the 'lympics
Stack never fold, pussy clap on the pole
Louis tax counting mills, Louis on that field
Coming fresh out the corner, now he on that hill
With your bitch blowing smoke nigga
I ain't gang banging, but Luda that's my folk nigga
9 times out of ten, house money I spend
Take your bitch and her friends

[Hook: Que]

 

[fox69]

"Act A Fool"

"Act A Fool"


[Intro]
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
OHH! I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!

[Chorus]
AHH, you just came home from doin a bid
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 1]
Talkin about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 9-1-1, PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries
You about to catch a cold, STAY THE FUCK AROUND FROM ME
Ya peeps talkin 'bout what kinda shits he on
You disappear like "POOF, BITCH BE GONE"
You think twelve gon catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go FRONT, BACK AND SIDE TO SIDE, WHAT

[Chorus]
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 2]
Let's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the pedal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE
TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL
It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
and when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a FUCKIN BIRD
And the fools, we gon CLOCK ONE and we'll POP ONE
Cuz my folk ridin shotgun with a shotgun

[Chorus]
You just got hustled for a wad of cash
Man whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If anybody talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me what I'M gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 3]
I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY
Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty
Rollin through East Point, on way to Ben Hill
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out
and yeah, we blow trees and bees, that's fantastic
So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like lil John Q and get a +Change of Heart+
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'M ABOUT TO BLOW THIS WHOLE SHIT UP TO SMITHEREENS

[Chorus]
The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
MAN, THAT AIN'T STICKY, THAT'S JUST STICKS AND STEMS
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Outro]
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL

 

[fox69]

"Area Codes"
(feat. Nate Dogg)

"Area Codes"
(feat. Nate Dogg)



[Nate Dogg]
[chorus]
I've got hoes
I've got hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes)
hoes, hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes)

[Ludacris]
Now you thought I was just 7-7-0
And 4-0-4, I'm worldwide bitch, act like yall don't know
It's the abominabol "O" man
Globe-trot international post man
Neighbor-dick dope man
7-1-8s, 2-0-2's
I send small cities and states I-O-U's
9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5
I'll jump off the d-4, we can meet outside
So control your hormones and keep your drawers on
'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your bone
3-1-2, 3-1-3, 2-1-5, 8-0-3
Read your hor-o-scope and eat some hor-derves
Ten I pump one these hoes is self serve
7-5-7, 4-1-0, my cell phone says overload

[chorus]

[Ludacris]
Now everyday is a hol-i-day
So stop the violence and put the 4-4 away, keeps you to hold today
5-0-4, 9-7-2
7-1-3, whatcha gon do
You checkin up the scene, I'm checkin a ho tonight
With perpendicular vehicular homicide
3-1-4, 2-0-1
Too much green, too much fun
I bang cock in Bangkok
Can't stop, I turn and hit the same spot
Think not, I'm the thrilla in Manilla,
Schlong in Hong Kong
Pimp em like vision, magic Don Juan
Man after Henny with a coke and a smile
I just pick up the muthafuckin phone and dial
I got my condoms in a big-ass-sack
I'm slaggin this dick like a New Jack, biatch

[Nate Dogg]
Is it cuz they like my gangsta walk?
Is it cuz they like my gangsta talk?
Is it cuz they like my handsome face?
Is it cuz they like my gangsta ways?
Whatever it is, they love it
And they just won't let me be
I handle my biz, don't rush me
Just relax and let me be free
Whenever I call, come running
2-1-2 or 2-1-3
You know that I ball, stop frontin
'For I call on something to free

[chorus]

[Ludacris]
9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4
Shout out to the 2-0-6
Everybody in the 8-0-8
2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4
3-1-7, 2-1-4, 2-8-1
3-3-4, 2-0-5, I see ya
3-1-8, 6-0-1, 2-0-3
8-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-1
9-0-4, 4-0-7, 8-5-0
7-0-8, 5-0-2
And different area codes..

 

[fox69]

"B.O.T.S. Radio"
(feat. I-20, Shawnna)

"B.O.T.S. Radio"
(feat. I-20, Shawnna)



[Radio DJ]
Battle of the sexes radio,
Where it is 12:45 in the
A.m n disturbing the pieces
Are in studio guests,
Our hotline is lit the fuck up
With people with relationship issues,
Caller number one yall I'm air,

Yeah Man, yall tell me if I'm crazy
Because this girl in here trippin,
You know what I'm sayin,
I'm a real man, I take care of my
Home, I take care of my kids,
Pay all my bills, I mean I ain't
Gone lie, I may check a little
Female from time to time on
The side, you know what I'm talkin bout,
But what man don't, so how can I break
This down to her,
Ludacris how do you feel about
This particular situation

[Ludacris]
Get your money right Ladies
Learn to sign your own checks,
But don't call me after midnight unless we havin sex,
Don't ever assume nothin no man gone be a man,
A groupie gone be a groupie, a fan gown be a fan,
These tricks gown keep on trickin
Those hustlers gown keep hustlin,
As long as there's new couchy, dogs gone keep fuckin,
So don't be all up in my phone, replyin to womens pagers,
I thought your mama taught you, you should never talk to strangers!
Don't you ever ask no question that you really don't want the answer to,
So stop poppin off at the mouth, like Neno Brown ill have to cancel you,
Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue,
half of you, always wantin some nigga to pampa you and that'l do for him
But not for me, I'll probably baffle you,
And if he wants to act a fool, Il show em what the gat will do,
run along go find somebody to snitch on or go chit-chatter to,
Then your name will follow with A
What ever happened to...

[Radio DJ]
Exact-del, that's just what she need-ele...
Damn Right player AIHT, thank you
For callin, next caller,

Yeah I hear you
But, let's talk about the fake ass brothers
With the 24's but can not pay the note
On they lease, and my nigga with this
High style chains and I can't get him
To pay his damn child support, that's
Why we makin mo money and ownin our own property,
And right just as nice, so now, I guess if we want to, we can bare ya too now

Interestin, Shauna you wanna
Stick on this one?

[Shawnna]
Get your money right nigga's
Get a bitch that can keep up with you,
I'm tired of thinking to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wid you!
Don't stup wid you, sick of your childish games and all the stuff you do,
I proberly mentioned your name, but true to the game, I've had enough of you,
I've seen your type before, doin the 4's all over the floor,
he's flashin his chain's, he's flashing his dough, he drinkin the
Fifths, then drinkin them all,
but what you don't know this nigga fraud
he can't even afford to smoke,
back in the hood all the hustlers and g's, no he's a joke,
that's why I treat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him 'beat
It nigga' real bitches, true to the game,
That's how you G a nigga,
DTP stayin the zone, like we on PCP,
Chrome on the SS Shawn, I blow the PCP
Yall niggas ain't on my level, i do it so hood,
Pine apple an berry weed we feeling so good,
lightning is Sup-doo, I get my own stack,
that's why I leave them 200 i never call back,

Thats right shawnna pussy rule the world!

[Radio DJ]
Yes it does, next caller,
What's up

Man what's up this is Marv, I wanna
Know the log that some body talk to
This triflin ass women like me,
I'm a good man but all these
Good men get treated like shit
Our friends callin at 3:30 in the morning
Marcus dont wanna talk about no numbers,
Marcus wanna talk about that ass,
And I ain't havin it, ya got someone
To talk to these women, because they
Need to be told, eye twenty you better
Talk to em,

[I-20]
Get your money right Ladies tell the man to get gone,
But don't you show up to my crib with your period on,
This is lesson one baby, Listen, how should I begin, em,
Ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend,
your lying to yourself if you don't think you want more,
so don't you call me insecure when he show up at your door,
you all claim to have substance, self respect and some class,
But half naked in the club, and steady shaking your ass,
Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt,
But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth,
I'm on the streets and you trippin "I don't make you feel safe"
I stay at home and you complaining that you "think we need space"
I'm that sayin that its fair but thats the way that it is,
Ain't no nigga tryna marry you with four or five kids,
It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart,
A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin my part,
Yeah,

[Radio DJ]
Preach my brother preach,
I be woman that heard that,
And you better believe they did
And some millions of people listening,
That's our show for this year,
Good ladies and gentle man,
I got to get a piece of ass my damn self
AIHT, check at same time, same place
Tomorrow, Battle of the sexes radio
Signing off, good night!

 

[fox69]

"Bada Boom"

"Bada Boom"


Big Bada boom, Luda’s in this bitch
Pussy niggas clear the room
I came through the door, I said it before
I’m the truth in this bitch and you niggas all hoes

Counterfeit rappers say I’m stealing their flows,
but I can’t steal what you never made up bitch
Y’all some duplicate rap cloning niggas
I manufacture you hoes put on your makeup Bitch

Let me explain, nothing’s been new since Big Daddy Kane
Flows will get recycled passed around to different names
But what’s the same, that every verse I spit is insane
Got more styles than any rapper in the game, 11 years and still counting
And ya’ll get a couple hit records, make some noise and have the nerve to start shouting
Who’s gassing ‘em, they blowing smoke up your ass, you fired up but I’m just puff puff passin’ ‘em
Until they roaches, buried in my ashtray
Nigga burn slow, better pray like it’s your last day
You lying to yourself, just admit it
May not like the way I use it but you know you ain't invent it boy
Do your research before you make a claim so bogus
That's disrespecting pioneers in the game
Fuck the fame but go ahead and get ya 5 minutes
Then you front line cadets can report to your lieutenants (sir, yes sir)
See I’m ya past, I’m ya future and ya present
So watch ya fucking mouth when you speak about a legend
16 times platinum, 6 number 1′s
So I can give a fuck what you sold in ya first week
You’s weak, softer than the Pillsbury dough boy
Don’t make me expose the truth, you’s a hoe boy
Don’t make me get on that Stomp shit and get back at it
You rappers ain't even in my fucking tax bracket
Why am I wasting my time
Yeah I admit I get a little Ludacris with my rhymes, sometimes
But my fans know the difference because “My Chick Bad” went platinum still winning muthafucka

The nerve of you niggas man, you ain't got enough medals on your jacket to address me boy
Fall back in formation, y’all outta line
I was told not to kill a mosquito with a cannon
So the next time you nats got a real problem
Don’t be a coward like a nigga that used to be signed to be going on twitter rants and shit
Nigga say it to my face

 

[fox69]

"Beast Mode"

"Beast Mode"


Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em)
Listen close, nigga, yeah

Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it
Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic
My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit
Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch
Since I was born to touch the mic
The first time it's been a problem
Your life was a mistake
Your pops should've wore a condom
You niggas think you hard
I think you better come harder (Go hard)
I leave rappers confused like will.i.am barber
Ah, fuckin' with Luda's not a great look
A verse'll make your fans unfriend you on Facebook
Click, my styles are goin' into labor
So if stars won a war, I made daddy like Darth Vader
And since I'm always high, it's kind of hard to overlook me
For over a hundred stacks, it's kind of hard to overbook me
And a whole 'nother house for my cars is on my checklist
Cause to fit 'em in one garage is like a nigga playin' Tetris
But they say patience is a virtue
Cause I got your bitch stayin' out way past her curfew
Guess I was a thief that got away with these words
Slangin' chickens out my whip like I been playin' Angry Birds
In a black Rolls Royce, Dark Knight like Batman
Everywhere you turn, the Ghost follows like Pac-Man
And I sleep with the John Dillinger
And always keep an eye half-open like Forest Whitaker
No, you boys ain't ready for combat
Be more worried if I renew my Def Jam contract
What path is he on? Opponents, I laugh and be gone
They handin' in the towels like they work in Bed, Bath & Beyond
But in the midst of all the melee
Y'all niggas just bitches with dicks like Sheneneh
Your rap styles are phony, your lines are just dead
And I be on them lines like a nigga just played
Guess I'm tryin' to say I'm advanced, you intermediate
You wouldn't know the real me if your bitch Wikipedia'd it
Just know that I never tried to be hard
Probably cause Mr. Glock 40's my security guard
You'll get chopped like judo
Gangs in my hood make you reverse
And change your color like the block's playin' Uno
And, yes, some of my friends is still sellin' them drugs
But I just say they Weight Watchers like Jennifer Hud
They show me love
That's why I'll always stay reppin' until the death of me
Rappers talk shit, but ain't nobody ever stepped to me
I hereby command all my fans' to inject it
Overdose on Red Bull in your veins if you ever slept on me
Yeah, my mind is sharper than a guillotine
All the nines extended from the knuckles of Wolverine
Not a X-Man, but, man, I got that X
I'm on my hardest, switch labels, but I still get a cheque
The more albums they sell, the more we all win
And I can be seen in thirty rocks like Alec Baldwin
Or watchin' CBS in a Cadillac DTS
I plan to reach the world, man, your plan is MetroPCS
I changed my music up cause I was gettin' bored
You may not like the way I shoot, but my points go on the board
My name still engrained and these books will be the outcome
And this one verse is harder than a lot of niggas' albums

Peace, fuck out of here, rewind that shit
Ha-ha-ha, Luda, ain't shit changed

 

[fox69]

"Block Lockdown"
(feat. Funkmaster Flex)

"Block Lockdown"
(feat. Funkmaster Flex)



[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 ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen
And meanwhile I been thinkin man
Niggaz been slangin tapes like they slangin 'caine
Cuz in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutang
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 niggaz you think they dyked out, so don't play

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Disturbin The Peace, we do that funky shit
Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique
See Dre'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
Aint 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, god damn - 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 ya 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 chase me
It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why?

[Chorus]

Funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit uh
Do that funky shit uh
Do that funky shit