spoken]
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uh, heres another one, yeah, another one
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dre, and A style
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ciara, sho nuff
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[verse 1]
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This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on tha Caddillac
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White tees, Nikes, gangstas dont know how to act
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Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes
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Hummers floatin on chrome
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Chokin' on that home-grown
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[Hook:]
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They got that southern cookin'
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They got them fellas lookin'
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Thinkin' I was easy I can see it
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That's when I say no (no), what fo' (what fo'),
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Shawty can't handle this
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Ara got that fire like...
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[Chorus:]
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Oh, 'round here we ridin slow (slow)
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We keep it gutta, you should know (know)
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Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low (low), oh (oh),
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Oh (oh, oh), all my ladies to the flo' (flo')
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Handle it ladies back it up (up)
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Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low (low),
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oh (oh)
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[Verse 2:]
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Ready take a new whip, paint strip, into a bowlin ball
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Still smoke, blunt's smoke, wood grain on the wall
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Light-skinned thick chicks, fellas call 'em redbone
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Close cuts, braids long, gangstas love 'em all
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[Hook:]
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They got that southern cookin'
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They got them fellas lookin'
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Wishin' I was easy I can see it
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That's when I say no (no), what fo' (fo')
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Shawty can't handle this
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Ara got that body like...
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[Chorus:]
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Oh (ooh), round here we ridin slow, (we be ridin slow, oh oh)
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We keep it gutta, you should know, (you should know)
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Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low (get low), oh (oh oh)
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Oh ( all my ladies take it down to the flo') all my ladies to the flo'
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Handle (it), it, back it up (up yeah)
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Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low (get low), oh (Luda)(ohh)
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[Rap (Luda):]
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Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin¡¯ down in a different color whip (whip, whip)
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Picture perfect, you might wanna take a click,click,click,click,click
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Call up Jazze tell him pop up the bottles cuz we got another hit (hit, hit)
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Wanna go platinum? Im who you should get get get get get
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Ludacris on tha track, get back trick, switch on tha ¡®Lac, Im flexin still
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Same price every time, hot song, jumped on cuz Ciara got sex appeal
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And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinnin on stainless wheels
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Could care less about your genus, I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel
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Trunk-rattlin¡¯ what¡¯s happenin¡¯, huh?
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I don¡¯t even think I need to speed
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Bass-travelin¡¯, face-crackilin¡¯ huh?
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Turn it up and make the speakers bleed
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Dirty south we ballin¡¯ dawg
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And neva think about fallin dawg
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Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin back cuz tha song is cold
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[Chorus x2:]
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Oh (oh), round here we ridin slow (ridin slow)
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We keep it gutta, you should know (youshould know)
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Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low (low), oh (oh)
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Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo' (flo)
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Handle it ladies back it up (back it up)
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Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low (low), oh (oh)
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Oh Feat. Ludacris
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| Ciara |
