Ciara Feat Ludacris Oh Lyrics

Oh Lyrics

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, make ya 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.....)