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Oh (DJ Volume "South Beach" Remix)

Ciara Ludacris
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Ciara, uh It's another one, and another one One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one Turn it up and make the speakers bleed Turn it up and make the speakers bleed Bass travelin', bass cracklin', huh? Turn it up and make the speakers bleed Turn it up and make the speakers bleed Bass travelin', bass cracklin', huh? Turn it up and make the speakers bleed 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 rollin' 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 Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club, it gets low, oh Oh, all my ladies to the floor Handle it, ladies back it up Gettin' crunk up in the club, it gets low, oh Bass travelin', bass cracklin', huh? Bass travelin', bass cracklin', huh? Turn it up and make the speakers bleed I'm reppin' Lakewood, Bank Street, into the Golden Palm Still smoke, honeys blow, quick break on the mall Light skin, thick cheeks, fellas call me red bone 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 Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow (Ridin' slow) We keep it ghetto, you should know (You should know) Gettin' crunk up in the club, it gets low, oh (Gettin' low, oh-oh) Oh, all my ladies to the floor (Ladies to the floor) Handle it, ladies back it up (Ladies back it up) Gettin' crunk up in the club, it gets low, oh (Ladies to the floor) Yeah, okay, okay, let's go 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 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, different 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 to speed Bass travelin', face cracklin', huh? Turn it up and make the speakers bleed Dirty South, we ballin', dawg And never think about fallin' off Ghetto harmonizin', surprisin' 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, it gets low, oh Oh, all my ladies to the floor Handle it, ladies back it up Gettin' crunk up in the club, it gets low, oh Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk up in the club, it gets low, oh Oh, all my ladies to the floor Handle it, ladies back it up Gettin' crunk up in the club, it gets low, oh Bass travelin', bass cracklin', huh? Bass travelin', bass cracklin', huh? Bass travelin', bass cracklin', huh? Bass travelin', bass cracklin', huh?