[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   '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 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   'cause 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