Ciara – Oh

This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on the Cadillac

White tees, Nikes, gangstas don’t know how to act

Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes

Hummers floatin’ on chrome

Chokin’ on that home-grown

They got that southern cookinThey got them fellas lookinThinkin’ I was easy, I can see it

That’s when I say no, what foShawty can’t handle this

Ciara got that fire, like

Oh, round here we ridin’ slow

We keep it ghetto, you should know

Gettin’ crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh

Oh (oh), all my ladies to the floor

Handle it ladies, back it up

Gettin’ crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh

Buddy, take a new whip, paint strip, into a bowlin’ ball

Still smoke, hundred spoke, wood-grain on the wall

Light-skinned thick chicks, fellas call ’em redbones

Close cuts, braids, long, gangstas love ’em all

They got that southern cookinThey got them fellas lookinWishin’ I was easy, I can see it

That’s when I say no, what foShawty can’t handle this

Ciara got that fire, like

Oh, round here we ridin’ slow

We keep it ghetto, you should know

Gettin’ crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh

Oh (oh), all my ladies to the floor

Handle it ladies back it up

Gettin’ crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh

(Yeah, yo, Luda!)

[Ludacris]

Ok, southern-style, get wild

Old schools comin’ down

In a different color whip (whip, whip)

Picture perfect, you might wanna

Take a flick,flick,flick,

Call up Jazze, tell him pop up the bottles

Cause we got another hit (hit, hit)

Wanna go platinum

I’m who you should get, get, get, get, get

Ludacris on the track, get back Trick

Switch on the ‘Lac, I’m flexin’ still

Same price everytime, hot song

Jumped on cause Ciara got sex appeal

And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest

Spinnin’ on stainless wheels

Could care less about your genus

I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel

Trunk-rattlin’, what’s happenin’, ha

I don’t even think I need to speed

Bass-travelin’, face-cracklin’, ha

Turn it up and make the speakers bleed

Dirty south, we ballin’ dog

And never think about fallin’ dog

Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, run it back

Cause the song is called…

Oh, round here we ridin’ slow

We keep it ghetto, you should know

Gettin’ crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh

Oh (oh), all my ladies to the floor

Handle it ladies, back it up

Gettin’ crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh

Oh, round here we ridin’ slow

We keep it ghetto, you should know

Gettin’ crunk off in the club, we gets low, oh

Oh (oh), all my ladies to the floor

Handle it ladies, back it up

Gettin’ crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh

(oh, oh, oh, oh…..)