Music.

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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

Buddy, take a new whip, paint strip, and head to a bowlin' hall
Still smokin', 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 fo'
Shawty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire, like

Oh, round here we ridin' slow
We keep it gutta, 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 meanest, 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', 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 called... OH

Oh, round here we ridin' slow
We keep it gutta, 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
Round here we ridin' slow
We keep it gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk off in the club, we gets low, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh

Uh, new MH, let's go

I can't blame you if you want to leave
Cause I'm not the man that I once used to be
But there's a change that has come over me
So before you go, listen to my last plea

[chorus]
All because of you
Ooh, you're the love of my life
And I was doing wrong, but I wanna do right
Stayin' out all night
Wanna make it right, gonna change my life
I don't wanna play no games
Wanna change your name to my name, baby
Not gonna be the man that I used to be, no
I changed because of you

Can't take back the things that I did before
But baby, I'm promisin' that my heart is yours
I know it ain't easy, baby
But you gotta believe me, baby
All I'm askin' for is one more chance
I'll change because of you

[chorus]

I, I I I I wanna do right by you, girl
I, I I I I wanna spend my life with you, girl
I don't wanna play no games
Wanna change your name to my name, baby
I'm turnin' in my playa's card
All because of you

[Rome]
It used to be that you in the club poppin' bottles, wrists glistenin'
Shorty tried to tell me "Chill!", but I wasn't listenin'
I can't deny, you knew me from bein' immature
Homeboy was sayin' sorry, take you to the country store
You told me all you really wanted was to see me more
Then the stress hit me hard like a meteor
I hit rock bottom, you was there to pick me up
I neglected you, we didn't hug and kiss enough
But you never do nothin' up in my face
Gave me all your love and your warm embrace
Now I see, I'll never find another like you
You the type Boo, make a playa wanna wife you
But me and you, this money's not a issue
When I miss you, when I touch you, I can feel it in my bone grisle
I'm still wit you and I'm sorry bout the way I did you

[chorus]