Ciara - Oh (DJ Volume "South Beach" remix) (feat. Ludacris) lyrics

Ciara 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 cookin' They got them fellas lookin' Thinkin' I was easy, I can see it That's when I say no, what for Shawty can't handle this Ciara got that fire like 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 flo' Handle it ladies, bag 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 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 cookin' They got them fellas lookin' Wishin' I was easy, I can see it That's when I say no, what for Shawty can't handle this Ciara got that fire like 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 flo' Handle it ladies bag it up Gettin crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh Ludacris 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 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 tha 'Lac, I'm flexin' still Same price everytime, hot song, jumped on cause Ciara got s** appeal And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinnin' on stainless wheels Could care less about your genius, I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel Trunk-rattlin' what's happenin', huh I don't even think I need to speed Ba**-travelin', face-cracklin' huh Turn it up and make the speakers bleed Dirty south we ballin' dog And never think about fallin' dog Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin' back cause the song is cold Ciara 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 flo' Handle it ladies bag 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 flo' Handle it ladies bag it up Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh