Oh - Ciara ft Ludacris (lyrics) Uh, it\u0027s another one Yeah, another one Dre and Vidal Ciara, showin\u0027 up This is where they stay crunk, throw it up Dubs on the Cadillac, White tees, Nikes Gangstas don\u0027t know how to act Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes Hummers floatin\u0027 on chrome, chokin\u0027 on that home-grown They got that southern cookin\u0027, they got them fellas lookin\u0027 Thinkin\u0027 I was easy, I can see it That\u0027s when I say, \u0022No, what for?\u0022 Shawty can\u0027t handle this, Ciara got that fire like Oh, \u0027round here we ridin\u0027 slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin\u0027 crunk off in the club, we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the floor Handle it, ladies back it up Gettin\u0027 crunk up in the club we gets low, oh Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, into a bowlin\u0027 ball Still smoke, hundred spoke, wood-grain on the wall Light-skinned thick chicks, fellas call \u0027em redbone Close cuts, braids long, gangstas love \u0027em all They got that southern cookin\u0027, they got them fellas lookin\u0027 Wishin\u0027 I was easy, I can see it That\u0027s when I say, \u0022No, what for?\u0022 Shawty can\u0027t handle this Ciara got that fire like Oh (oh), \u0027round here we ridin\u0027 slow (yeah, we ride slow, oh, oh) We keep it gutta, you should know (you should know) Gettin\u0027 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\u0027 crunk up in the club (in the club), we gets low (we gets low), (Luda!) oh here we go Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin\u0027 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 \u0027Cause we got another hit, hit, hit Wanna go platinum? I\u0027m who you should get, get, get, get, get Ludacris on the track, get back, trick Switch on the \u0027Lac, I\u0027m flexin\u0027 still Same price every time, hot song Jumped on \u0027cause Ciara got sex appeal And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest Spinnin\u0027 on stainless wheels Could care less about your genius I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel Trunk-rattlin\u0027 what\u0027s happenin\u0027, huh? I don\u0027t even think I need the speed Bass-travelin\u0027, face-cracklin\u0027 huh? Turn it up and make the speakers bleed Dirty south, we ballin\u0027, dawg And never think about fallin\u0027, dawg Ghetto harmonizin\u0027, surprisin\u0027 Run it back \u0027cause the song is called Oh (oh), \u0027round here we ridin\u0027 slow (ridin\u0027 slow) We keep it gutta, you should know (you should know) Gettin\u0027 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\u0027 crunk up in the club we gets low (gets low), oh (gets low) Oh (oh, oh), \u0027round here we ridin\u0027 slow (ridin\u0027 slow) We keep it gutta, you should know (know) Gettin\u0027 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\u0027 crunk up in the club we gets low (gets low), oh (gets low)