Uh, it's another oneYeah, another oneDre and VidalCiara, showin' up
This is where they stay crunk, throw it upDubs on the Cadillac, White tees, NikesGangstas don't know how to actAdamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver HomesHummers 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 itThat's when I say, "No, what for?"Shawty can't handle this, Ciara got that fire like
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slowWe keep it ghetto, you should knowGettin' crunk off in the club, we gets low, ohOh (oh), all my ladies to the floorHandle it, ladies back it upGettin' crunk up in the club we gets low, oh
Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, into a bowlin' ballStill smoke, hundred spoke, wood-grain on the wallLight-skinned thick chicks, fellas call 'em redboneClose cuts, braids long, gangstas love 'em all
They got that southern cookin', they got them fellas lookin'Wishin' I was easy, I can see itThat's when I say, "No, what for?"Shawty can't handle thisCiara got that fire like
Oh (oh), 'round here we ridin' slow (yeah, we ride slow, oh, oh)We keep it gutta, you should know (you should know)Gettin' crunk off in the club, we gets low (get low) oh (oh, whoa)Oh (oh), (all the ladies then get down) all my ladies to the floorHandle it ladies, back it up (back it up, yeah)Gettin' crunk up in the club (in the club), we gets low (we gets low), (Luda!) oh
(Okay) here we goSouthern-style, get wild, old skools comin' downIn a different color whip, whip, whipPicture perfect, you might wanna take a flick, flick, flick, flick, flickCall up Jazze, tell him pop up the bottles'Cause we got another hit, hit, hitWanna go platinum? I'm who you should get, get, get, get, get
Ludacris on the track, get back, trickSwitch on the 'Lac, I'm flexin' stillSame price every time, hot songJumped on 'cause Ciara got sex appealAnd I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddestSpinnin' on stainless wheelsCould care less about your geniusI bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel
Trunk-rattlin' what's happenin', huh?I don't even think I need the speedBass-travelin', face-cracklin' huh?Turn it up and make the speakers bleedDirty south, we ballin', dawgAnd never think about fallin', dawgGhetto harmonizin', surprisin'Run it back 'cause the song is called
Oh (oh), 'round here we ridin' slow (ridin' slow)We keep it gutta, you should know (you should know)Gettin' crunk off in the club, we gets low (get slow), oh (oh)Oh (oh), all my ladies to the floor (ladies to the floor)Handle it ladies back it up (back it up ladies)Gettin' crunk up in the club we gets low (gets low), oh (gets low)
Oh (oh, oh), 'round here we ridin' slow (ridin' slow)We keep it gutta, you should know (know)Gettin' crunk off in the club, we gets low, oh (oh, oh)Oh (oh), all my ladies to the floor (to the floor)Handle it ladies back it up (back it up)Gettin' crunk up in the club we gets low (gets low), oh (gets low)