Uh, it's anotha' one
Yeah, anotha' one
Dre and Vidal
Ciara showin'-up
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
Humma's 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'?
Shorty 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 flo'
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 smoke, 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'
Thinkin' I was easy, I can see it
That's when I say: No, what fo'?
Shorty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire, like–
Oh (oh-oh-oh), 'round here, we ridin' slow (here, we ride slow)
We keep it ghetto, you should know (you should know)
Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low (we gets low), oh (oh-whoa)
Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' (all my ladies, take it down to the floor)
Handle it, ladies, back it up (yeah, eh, in the club)
Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh (yeah, yo, Luda'!)
Ok, southern-style, get wild, old school comin'-down in a different color whip-whip-whip
Picture-perfect, you might wanna take a flick-flick-flick-flick-flick
Call up Jazze, tell him pop 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 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 nevah' think about bawlin', dawg
Ghetto harmonizing, 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 flo'
Handle it, ladies, back it up
Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh
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 flo'
Handle it, ladies, back it up
Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh
Composição: Andre Harris, Vidal Davis, Christopher Brian Bridges, Ciara Princess Harris, Bale'Wa M. Muhammad, Don Carlos Eugene Price