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Oh (Lyric) by sacred_poet_me
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 'Ara 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, 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 'Ara 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, all my ladies to the floor Handle it ladies back it up Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh Ok, southern-style, get wild Old schools comin' down In a different color 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 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 'Ara 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, 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, all my ladies to the floor Handle it ladies, back it up Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.6
Weighted score: 4.9523187
Overall Rank: 8959
Posted: June 7, 2005 8:48 PM PDT; Last modified: June 7, 2005 8:50 PM PDT
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Comments:
[6] deleted user @ 81.69.23.196 | 8-Jun-05/6:12 AM | Reply
Hip.
Might work behind the microphone, but for a simple reading it's too long.
[n/a] sacred_poet_me @ 70.68.76.244 > deleted user | 8-Jun-05/6:54 PM | Reply
Ic. Maybe I should simplify it.
[7] lil_evil_boi @ 70.68.76.244 | 8-Jun-05/6:47 PM | Reply
Nice song but I think it's a bit lengthy. -7-
[n/a] sacred_poet_me @ 70.68.76.244 > lil_evil_boi | 8-Jun-05/6:54 PM | Reply
OK.
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