How Low (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Chuck D. sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? (x8) [Verse 1: Ludacris] Ha ha! I'm in the zone right now baby Luda! Listen... Ludacris got a remix, finna go low; hold up, let me get my camera I wanna see Arizona, Indiana, Minnesota, and the women in Louisiana D.C., VA, Motor City to the Lou', what it do? Finna blow like Waco Chi-town goin' way low, both Cakalakas, Alabama to the M-I-Ayo New York, California, Philly and they really put it on ya when I'm down in Texas Album numero siete, get ready for the Battle of the Sexes I'm restless, tryna tell 'em that I'm hotter than a burn in the 3rd degree, gree Then I try to tell 'em ain't nobody in the world as hot as me, me If you really goin low, you gotta go hard Go lower than the grades on yo report card Gawd! Ludacris, I'm the best that ever did it, did it And when it comes to the money I'm like "Don't stop" (Get it, get it) [Interlude: Chuck D. sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? (x4) [Chorus: Shawnna & Ludacris] I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm just so visionary, my women tend to vary Ice cream man, my uncle Ben & Jerry's So many flavors, this pimpin' hereditary Don't respect me, boy, respect my military Squeeze in my Lamborghini like I'm Professor Klump My pockets getting fatter, I need liposuction done Tummy tucks, done by my Tommy guns I never will, but my Maserati runs (Maybach Music) I pray I ball forever Just poppin' my bottles, predicting the weather Conjure cognac, it's been out nice But so is my wrist, I got one question tonight [Interlude: Chuck D. sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? (x4) [Chorus: Shawnna & Ludacris] I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know [Verse 3: Twista] How she be doin' it be makin' me wanna get with her When I see the fatty: I go (low) Booty wigglin' and jigglin' up out the Coutoures I never seen no ass like this befo' Don't nobody in the vicinity got the remedy to Kill the competition like a Twista flow If you make it pop and-a you make it drop and (how low can you go!) Lower than a burglar when I look at you I come at you And I bet you every dude is beat When I see the way you poppin' your fatty and Callin' me daddy and lookin' at your booty cheeks All I, know is, that I, be the Man when I got your - booty in my hand and All I, know is that I - wanna, see you dance (too much booty in your pants) And I: tip like a low and I smoke when I See the way she drop it low to the Earth Make so much paper when she twerk That she got the dough to put some in her purse She drop low like a marked down price, low like a shady person Low like a Cheney stache, take a look at how they be twerkin' [Interlude: Chuck D. sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? (x4) [Chorus: Shawnna & Ludacris] I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know