Ciara, Ludacris - Oh lyrics
[Ciara, Ludacris - Oh lyrics]
Uh, it's another one, yeah, another 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 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 for?"
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 off 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
Into a bowlin' ball
Still smoke, hundred spoke
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 for?"
Shawty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire like
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
(yeah, we ride slow, oh, oh)
We keep it gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk off in the club, we gets low
(Get low) oh (Oh, whoa)
Oh (Oh) , all my ladies (Get down) to the floor
Handle it ladies, back it up
Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh
Southern-style, get wild
Old skools 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 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 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 ya status, I keep the stainless steel
Trunk rattlin' what's happenin', huh?
I don't even think I need the speed
Bass travelin', face-cracklin' huh?
Turn it up and make the speakers bleed
Dirty south, we ballin', dawg
And never think about fallin', dawg
Ghetto harmonizin', surprisin'
Run it back 'cause the song is called
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) , all my ladies to the floor
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 gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk off 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
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 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 for?"
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 off 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
Into a bowlin' ball
Still smoke, hundred spoke
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 for?"
Shawty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire like
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
(yeah, we ride slow, oh, oh)
We keep it gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk off in the club, we gets low
(Get low) oh (Oh, whoa)
Oh (Oh) , all my ladies (Get down) to the floor
Handle it ladies, back it up
Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh
Southern-style, get wild
Old skools 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 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 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 ya status, I keep the stainless steel
Trunk rattlin' what's happenin', huh?
I don't even think I need the speed
Bass travelin', face-cracklin' huh?
Turn it up and make the speakers bleed
Dirty south, we ballin', dawg
And never think about fallin', dawg
Ghetto harmonizin', surprisin'
Run it back 'cause the song is called
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) , all my ladies to the floor
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 gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk off 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