Verse 1
This is where they stay crunk
Throw it up
Dubs on the cadillac
White tee, Nikes
Gangsters 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 cooking
They got them fellas looking
Thinking I was easy I can see it
That's when I say no, what fo
Shorty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire like
Chorus
Oh
Round here we ride it slow
We keep it gutta you should know
Gettin crunk up in tha club
It gets low
Oh
Oh (oh), All my ladies to the flo
Handle it ladies back it up
Getting crunk up in the club
It gets low
Oh (oh)
Verse 2:
Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, into the bowling ball
Still smoke, hundred spokes, 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 cooking
They got them fellas lookin
Wishing I was easy, I can see it
That's when I say no, what fo
Shorty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire like
(Chorus)
(Ludacris)
Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin down in a different color whip (whip, whip)
Picture perfect, you might wanna take a click click click click click
Call up Jazze tell him pop up the bottles cuz 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 every time, hot song, jumped on cuz Ciara got s** 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, huh?
I don't even think I needa speed
Ba**-travelin, face-crackilin huh?
Turn it up and make the speakers bleed
Dirty south we ballin down
And neva think about fallin down
Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin back cuz this song is called
(Chorus x2)