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 ghetto, 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, into a bowlin' ball   Still smoke, hundred spoke, 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 ghetto, 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!)      [Ludacris]   Ok, southern-style, get wild   Old schools comin' down    In a different color whip (whip, whip)   Picture perfect, you might wanna   Take a 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 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', ha   I don't even think I need to speed   Bass-travelin', face-cracklin', ha   Turn it up and make the speakers bleed   Dirty south, we ballin' dog   And never think about fallin' dog   Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, run it back    Cause the song is called...      Oh, round here we ridin' slow   We keep it ghetto, 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      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   (oh, oh, oh, oh.....)