Oh

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!)

Ok, southern-style, get wild

Old schools comin´ down

In a different color whip (whip, whip)

Picture perfect, you might 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.....)