Oh - 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 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, you might 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 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´, huh
I don´t even think I need to speed
Bass-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, oh, oh.....)