Ludacris - How Low Remix Feat Ciara Pitbull Lyrics

How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?

How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?

(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-Yayo
New York, California, Philly and they really
Put it on me 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 the burn in the 3rd de-Gree, 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)"
Whooo!!

How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?

I can go low, lower than you know
Go low, lower than you know
Go low, lower than you know
Go low, lower than you know

(Ciara)
See me in The A, I drop it down low
I back this thing up and make, mo' money more
I hear you up in my ear like, "Go shawty go!"
Naw, I ain't a stripper but I do it like a pro
You said this girl cain't make it bounce like this
Well, shawty I'm da shit!
(Yep!) Shawty, I'm da shit!
Lady in the street you, know the rest
Put yo' money on the flo' (How low can you go?)
See I got you watchin, everytime I drop it
Everytime I rock it's, "Woomp! There she go"
Like you wanna marry me
Like you wanna take me home
I'ma put it on ya shawty
Woomp! Here I go

How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?

I can go low (Go low), lower than you know
Go low (Go low), l-l-l-lower than you know
Go low (Go low), l-l-l-lower than you know
Go low (Go low), l-l-l-lower than you know

(Pitbull)
Mr. 305
Been saving this one for a while
Checkin in como el loco ya yu sabes
Ludacris que bola!
La Ciara mamita rica ¡Dale! ¡Dale! ¡Dale!

Shake whatcha mama gave ya
Baby, lemme see you boom-boom clap that
Boom-boom clap that
I don't wanna speak, baby
I just wanna rat-ta-ta-ta-tat
Rat-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tap dat
¡Ai yi yi! Mira como se mueve
La muñequita con su tangita (Aye!)
Yo quiero bilar con lar carne
Entre dentro la empandita
I slip, slide, dip, dive, whip, ride
Pitbull, spit, fire, that's right (Dat right)
Now gimme some Becky baby
And later on I can (Woody) wood, uh oh!
(Woody) wood Hah-hah-hah-heh-hah-hah-hah-heh-hah
(Peck) it, baby
Honey lookin like a certified pro
When she take it down low
Now watch what she do
What she do, what she does
With the pole got me like E-I-E-I-Oh!
Mira que tu eres loca, pero tu no eres tonta
Tu eres malay y yo soy malo sale mamita pabajo

How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?
How low can you go? How low, can you go?

I can go low (Go low), lower than you know
Go low (Go low), l-l-l-lower than you know
Go low (Go low), l-l-l-lower than you know
Go low (Go low), l-l-l-lower than you know