Oh Songtext / Lyric

Verse 1:
This is where they stay crunk,
throw it up, dubs on the Cadillacs
White tees, Nikes,
gagstas don't know how to act
Adamsville, Bankhead,
College Park Carver Homes
Hummers floatin' on chrome
Chokin' on that home-grown

Chorus:
They got that Southern cookin'
They got then fellas lookin'
Thinkin' I was easy I can see it
That's when I say no, what fo' ?
Shawty can't handel 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 kiss low, oh

Verse 2:
Buddy take a new whip,
paint strip; into a bowlin' ball
Still smoke, hundred spokes,
wood-grain on the wall
Light-skinned thick chicks,
fellas call 'em redbones
Clode cuts, braids, long,
gangsta love 'em all

Chorus

Ludacris(Rap):
Southern-style, get wild, old school's
comin' down in a different color
whip, whip, whip
Picture perfect, you might wanna
take a flick, flick, flick, flick
Call up Jazze, tell him
pop up the bottels
cuz we got another hit, hit, hit
Wanna go platinum?
I'm who you shouldd
get, get, get, get, get
Ludacris on the track, get back,
switch on the 'Lac,
I'm flexin' steel
Same price every time, hot song,
jumped on cuz Ciara got sex appeal
And I keep the meanest,
cleanest, baddest, spinnin'
on stainlees 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 to speed
Bass-traveli' face-cracklin' huh?
Turn it up and
make the speakers bleed
Dirty south we ballin' dawg
And neva think
about fallin' dawg
Ghetto harmonizing,
suprising, runnin' back
cuz the song is called