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)