This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on tha Caddillac
White tees, Nikes, gangstas dont know how to act
Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes
Hummers floating on chrome
Choking on that home-grown

They got that southern cooking
They got them fellas looking
Thinking 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 riding slow
We keep it ghetto, you should know
Getting crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh, all my ladies to that flo'
Handle it, ladies, back it up
Getting crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, into a bowling ball
Still smoke hundred spokes, wood-grain armor-all
Light-skinned thick chicks, fellas call 'em redbones
Close cuts, braids, long, gangstas love 'em all

They got that southern cooking
They got them fellas looking
Wishing 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 riding slow
We keep it ghetto, you should know
Getting crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it, ladies, back it up
Getting crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

Southern-style, get wild, old skools coming 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 'cos we got another hit (hit, hit)
Wanna go platinum? Im who you should get get get get get
Ludacris on tha track, get back trick, switch on tha 'Lac, I'm flexing still
Same price every time, hot song, jumped on 'cos Ciara got sex appeal
And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinning on stainless wheels
Could care less about your genus, I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel
Trunk-rattling what’s happening, huh?
I don't even think I need to speed
Bass-traveling, face-crackiling, huh?
Turn it up and make the speakers bleed
Dirty south we balling dawg
And neva think about falling dawg
Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, run it back 'cos tha song is called

Oh, 'round here we riding slow
We keep it ghetto, you should know
Getting crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it, ladies, back it up
Getting crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

Oh, 'round here we riding slow
We keep it ghetto, you should know
Getting crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it, ladies, back it up
Getting crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh