Various Artists - Oh - Ciara Feat. Ludacris lyrics

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 fo' Shawty can't handle this Ciara got that fire like Oh, round here we ridin slow We keep it gutta, 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, and head to a bowlin hall Still smokin', 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 fo' Shawty can't handle this Ciara got that fire, like Oh, round here we ridin' slow We keep it gutta, 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, make ya wanna Take a click, click, click, click, click 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 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 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 called... Oh, round here we ridin' slow We keep it gutta, 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 Round here we ridin' slow We keep it gutta, 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.....)