Lyrical Breakdown of Block Lockdown - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Block Lockdown" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ludacris weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Block Lockdown" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Ludacris employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Disturbing The Peace, Def Jam South 'Cris (yeah) you ready? Oh it's my turn? alright I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?) She tried to juke 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 sweating 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 f*ck about that bitch man, c'mon! We putting holes in your residence And lose anybody for the right president We thugged out street niggas with intelligence So all that bullshit you yapping is irrelevant Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty Southside I'm a dentist making women open they mouth wide You be in jail still running it on the outside Thank not then won't ya open up ya mouth right But who cares? I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound Uh Buddha-la ah, uh uh uh Buddha-la Uh Buddha-la ah uh oh uh oh uh oh I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound Uh Buddha-la ah, uh uh uh Buddha-la Uh Buddha-la ah uh oh uh oh uh oh Coming 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 missing more than Shaq when shooting free throws They packing and bout to open up the dope spot My neighborhood is stopping cars like a roadblock They moving weight like Atlanta was moving boat rock And catching ums like seeun Muslims eating pork chops, never happen And meanwhile I been thinking man Niggas been slanging tapes like they slanging 'caine Cause in the hood its getting ugly like orangutan So if you trying to stop the hustle get the dangalang Okay, we trying to make our own White House Paint it black and start yelling our fucking pipes out You try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out They can't f*ck with us niggas you think they dyked out, so Don't play I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound Uh Buddha-la ah, uh uh uh Buddha-la Uh Buddha-la ah uh oh uh oh uh oh I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound Uh Buddha-la ah, uh uh uh Buddha-la Uh Buddha-la ah uh oh uh oh uh oh Disturbing 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 Ain't nothing 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 f*ck up off the telephone These fools is ticking me off like fifty metronome I'm taking all of ya money just call me Pebbletone Alright? I got the pistol and the safe key You better 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? I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound Uh Buddha-la ah, uh uh uh Buddha-la Uh Buddha-la ah uh oh uh oh uh oh I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound Uh Buddha-la ah, uh uh uh Buddha-la Uh Buddha-la ah uh oh uh oh uh oh Funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit Yeah, welcome to Atlanta, jackin' and hammer and vogues' Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes Adolescent packin a fo', a knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know, the one with the flow Who did it? It was me, I suppose J-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean I split ya spleen, as a matter of fact, I split ya 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 to doc' prescribed antihistamines Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork Only silverware, I needs 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 sabretooth, 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, so I stripped them off the wall 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 and the truck I can't lose with twenty-two, bitch, that's what's up Runnin, in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aqueduct Chillin', flippin', what? Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo Y-y-yo yo, yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo, yo yo, yo Y-yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' Yo, uhh, now the party don't start 'til I walk in And I usually don't leave until the thang ends But in the meantime, in between time You work yo' thing, I'll work mine I been puttin' it down here since eighty-three Since the Lake Show MD rivalry When Frozen Paradise was the place to be If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinist Player Make my own rules, bitch, call me the mayor Monday night, Gentlemen's Club Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski Right on the flo' is where you can find me Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy You can find me up in One-Tweezy Sunday is when I get my sleep in 'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo Y-y-yo yo, yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo, yo yo, yo Y-yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'