How Low (Remix)Ludacris

[Intro: Chuck D. sample]
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?

[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-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 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?
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?

[Hook: Ciara]
I can go low, lower than you know
Go low, l-l-l-lower than you know
Go low, l-l-l-lower than you know
Go low, l-l-l-lower than you know

[Verse 2: 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 the shit! (yep!) Shawty, I'm the shit!
Lady in the street - you, know the rest
Put yo' money on the floor
(How high can you go)
See I got you watchin, every time I drop it
Every time I rock it's, "WHOO! - There she go"
Like you wanna marry me, like you wanna take me home
I'mma put it on ya shawty, WHOO! - Here I go

[Interlude: Chuck D. sample & Ciara]
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?

[Hook: Shawnna & Ludacris]
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

[Verse 3: Pitbull]
Shake what ya 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 that
¡Ai yi yi! Mira como se mueve la muñequita con su tangita
Yo quiero bilar con lar carne entre dentro la empandita
I slip, slide, dip, dive, whip, ride
Pitbull, spit, fire, that's right - that right
Now gimme some Becky baby, and later on I can Woody-wood, uh oh!
Woody-wood - Hah-hah-hah-HEEEH-hah-hah-hah-HEEEH-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-OooooH!
Mira que tu eres loca, pero tu no eres tonta
Tu eres malay y yo soy malo sale mamita pabajo

[Interlude: sped-up Chuck D. sample]
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?

[Hook: Shawnna & Ludacris]
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