| Song text: This is were they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on the Cadillac White tees, Nikes ganstas 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 gutta , you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low , oh Oh , oh all my ladies to the flow 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 spokes , wood-grain, Armor-all Light-skinnes thick chicks , fellas call 'em redbones Close cuts , braids , long , gangstas love 'em all 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 gutta ,you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low , oh Oh , oh all my ladies to the flow Handle it ladies back it up Gettin' crunk up in the club we gets low , oh 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 , flick Call up Jazze , tell him pop up the bottles cuz we got another hit ... |
