(feat. Ludacris)

[Verse 1:]
This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on tha 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'?
Shorty can't handle this
Ciara got the fire like

[chorus:]
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
We keep it gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk up in da club we get low, oh

[Verse 2:]
Ladies take a new whip, paint strip, into a bowlin' ball
Still smoke, hundred-spoke, wood-grain on tha ball
Light-skinned thick cheeks, fellas call 'em redbone
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'?
Shorty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire like

[chorus:]
Oh,(oooh)'round here we ridin' slow (ridin slow oh oh oh)
We keep it gutta, you should know (you should know)
Gettin' crunk up in tha club we get low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk off in tha club we get low, oh

[Rap (Luda):]
Southern-style, get wild, old skools 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? Im who you should get get get get get
Ludacris on tha track, get back trick, switch on tha 'Lac, Im flexin still
Same price every time, hot song, jumped on 'cause Ciara got sex appeal
And I keep the meanest cleanist baddest spinnin on stainless wheels
Could care less about your genius, I bump yo status, I keep the stainless steel
Trunk-rattlin' what's happenin', huh?
I don't even think I need to speed
Bass-travelin', face-crackilin' huh?
Turn it up and make the speakers bleed
Dirty south we ballin' dawg
And neva think about fallin dawg
Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin back 'cause tha song is called

[chorus: (2x)]
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
We keep it gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk up in tha club we get low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk up in tha club we get low, oh
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Oh Lyrics

Ciara – Oh Lyrics

Songwriters: FOREMAN, DARREN ALEXANDER / GRAHAM, EBOW ENYAN / MUKHI, PAVAN ANIL
Oh lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC

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