Oh

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 ghetto, 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 "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'?"
Shawty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire, like

Oh (oh-oh), 'round here we ridin' slow (here we ride slow, oh-oh)
We keep it ghetto, you should know (you should know)
Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh (we gets low, oh-oh)
Oh (oh), all my ladies to the floor (all my ladies take it down to the floor)
Handle it, ladies, back it up (back it up, yeah)
Gettin' crunk up in the club (in the club), we gets low, oh (we gets low)

(Yeah, yo, Luda!)

Ok, southern-style, get wild
Old school's comin' down in a different colored whip-whip-whip
Picture-perfect, you might wanna take a flick-flick-flick-flick-flick
Call up Jazze, tell 'em pop the bottles, 'cause we got anotha' hit-hit-hit
Wanna go plat'num? 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 'cause Ciara got sex appeal
And I keep the meanest, cleanest, 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-cracklin', huh
Turn it up and make the speakers bleed
Dirty South, we ballin', dawg
And neva' think about bawlin', dawg
Ghetto harmonizin', surprisin', run it back
'Cause the song is called

Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
We keep it ghetto, 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 ghetto, you should know
Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)