Текст песни Oh - Ludacris , Ciara
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
(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
floor
Handle
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
go
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
(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)
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