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' hall
                                    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 click, click, click, click, click 
                                    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 penisest, 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.....)