Oh Lyrics - Goodies - Ciara

(verse 1) 

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 for 

Shawty can't handle this 

Ciara got that fire like 

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(hook) 

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 flo' 

Handle it ladies, bag it up 

Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets 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 

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 for 

Shawty can't handle this 

Ciara got that fire like 

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(hook) 

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 flo' 

Handle it ladies bag it up 

Gettin crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh 

(Ludacris) 

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 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 tha '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 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-travelin', face-cracklin' huh 

Turn it up and make the speakers bleed 

Dirty south we ballin' dog 

And never think about fallin' dog 

Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin' back cause the song is cold 

(hook 2x) 

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 flo' 

Handle it ladies bag it up 

Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh