🎵 Oh // by Ciara

31 ContributorsOh Lyrics [Intro: Ciara] Uh, it's another one, yeah, another one Dre and Vidal Ciara, showin' up [Verse 1: Ciara] 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 [Pre-Chorus: Ciara] 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 [Chorus: Ciara] Oh (Oh), 'round here we ridin' slow (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 floor (Floor) Handle it, ladies back it up Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh [Verse 2: Ciara] 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 redbone Close cuts, braids long, gangstas love 'em all [Pre-Chorus: Ciara] 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 [Chorus: Ciara] Oh (Oh), 'round here we ridin' slow (Yeah, we ride slow, oh, oh) We keep it gutta, you should know (You should know) Gettin' crunk off in the club, we gets low (Get low) oh (Oh, whoa) Oh (Oh), all my ladies (Get down) to the floor Handle it ladies, back it up Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh [Verse 3: Ludacris] Yeah, Luda, okay Southern-style, get wild, old skools 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 the 'Lac, I'm flexin' still Same price every time, 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 the speed Bass-travelin', face-cracklin', huh? Turn it up and make the speakers bleed Dirty south, we ballin', dawg And never think about fallin', dawg Ghetto harmonizin', surprisin' Run it back 'cause the song is called [Chorus: Ciara] Oh (Oh), 'round here we ridin' slow (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 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 gutta, 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