Oh (Letra)

Ciara Part. Ludacris

Hip Hop

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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 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

Oh,
Round here we ridin’ slow
We keep it gutta, you should know
Gettin’ crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh

Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, into the bowling ball
Still smoke, honey smokey, wood-grain on tha 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 (ooohh)
Round here we riding slow (we be riding sloww)
We keep it gutta you should know (you should know)
Gettin crunk off in the club
We get’s low (we getting low)
Oh (oohh woo) (oh)

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 cuz 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,
Im flexin still
Same price every time, hot song, jumped on cuz 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-crackilin’ huh?
Turn it up and make the speakers bleed
Dirty south
we ballin’ dawg
And neva think
about fallin dawg
Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin back cuz tha song is called

[Hook: (2x)]
Oh
Round here we riding slow
We keep it gutta you should know
Gettin crunk off in the club
We get’s low
Oh (oh), All my ladies to the flo
Handle it ladies back it up
Getting crunk off in the club
We get’s low
Oh

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Oh! (Letra)

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Oh
Oh!
Last flight
Last flight
Get lost in the moss
Get lost in the moss
Oh, oh
And oh, oh
Fall in the neon mine
Fall in the neon mine
Push me down [3x]
Push me down

Push me down
Still rolling in the stones
Push me down
Run to the log that’s rotten

And oh, oh
Still rolling in the stones
Your soft belly bossing lows
Run to the log that’s rotten
Push me down [3x]
And oh, oh

Your soft belly bossing lows
Run to the log that’s rotten
Push me down
Your soft belly bossing lows
Push me down
Push me down [3x]
Push me down

Run to the log that’s rotten
Your soft belly bossing lows
Push me down
Push me down
Push me down

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number one in acquisitions now there is no foreign soil go global
like a round thing go global like a hole to every
money matchmaker splicing green as fast as you can
let’s break it down and
start again memo to the partners i’m changing all the locks
i’m pissing on your modems
i’m shredding all the stock chose a color for your ceiling
i’m waiting for the bottom to drop in a room so brightly lit i can’t see in
you would never say you were out of time coming with the fiction all the
time but there’s a call coming on the other line your secret’s out lapse of
luxury lapping waste cruising towards a bruising crash thread held
anvil’s going to break when the letter returns to the sender i can hardly wait
god this room’s so brightly lit i can’t see shit thank you sir may i have
another? i will be your eager driver your service provider your
maitre’d thank you sir may i have another please?

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Instrumental

Oh (Letra)

Dave Matthews

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The world is blowing up
The world is caving in
The world has lost her way again
But you are here with me
But you are here with me
Makes it ok

I hear you still talk to me
As if you’re sitting in that dusty chair
Makes the hours easier to bare
I know despite the years alone
I’ll always listen to you sing your sweet song
And if it’s all the same to you

I love you oh so well
Like a kid loves candy and fresh snow
I love you oh so well
Enough to fill up heaven overflow and fill hell
Love you oh so well

And it’s cold and darkness falls
It’s as if you’re in the next room so alive
I could swear I hear you singing to me

I love you oh so well
Like a kid loves candy and fresh snow
I love you oh so well
Enough to fill up heaven overflow and fill hell
Love you oh so well

The world is blowing up
The world is caving in
The world has lost her way again
But you are here with me
But you are here with me
Makes it ok
Oh girl you are singing to me still
I love you oh so well
Like a kid loves candy and fresh snow
I love you oh so well
Enough to fill up heaven overflow and fill hell
Love you oh so well

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Breeders, The

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[Verse 1 – Obie Trice]
Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks
I came in the game, profane no image
I came in the game, with a name
I was given from a mayn who ain’t give a fuck about his child-ren
I proclaim the name though, never in vain no
Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn’t gain from fame
Copped the Range Ro’, now they want my brains on the main road
They don’t understand what I came for
How I came fo’, with a million sold
Who say you can’t grow from mildew and mold
Gettin money like Ross Perot
I’m often told, a coffin’s the routes I go
Oh that’s the road you on, oh no
I’m down for the rifle, tone the fo fo
Don’t ever try to send a nigga home, no no
I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco
Show me that your loco put holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo
Just cause our thug roll solo
And po’ zone grown folk, be a cold negro
Be-low, your grieved up people
Be-lieve that the boy see no evil

[Chorus – Busta Rhymes]
OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho

[Verse 2 – Obie Trice]
I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it
Bright but violent, invite the violence
Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant
‘Til these niggaz nights is silent
O. Trice from a trife environment
He ‘Rock’s the Mic’ no sight of retirin
Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thin
I’m in the position to hire other clients then
Meanwhile I’m a virus like Iverson
A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin
And the soldier’s retirin, I ain’t buyin
Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them
Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers
I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE
Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins
No coke

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 – Obie Trice]
A derelict who inherited hustle
My heritage married the street struggle
Like a couple of a great unk’s ago (yeah)
So this blood streams through my nuts
Seems like I wasn’t in touch
When the teacher’s ass spoke
Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath
Sit on the bleachers and flip coke
The only reach you got through my dome
Niggaz yaffle so the gat’ll be chrome
Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones (woo)

home
This is rap, but I ain’t rappin so you clappin the zone
Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga)
This is your warnin, run up on the wrong
And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap]
O. Treezy’s gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for ‘em
C’mon

[Chorus]