How Low (Remix) Ludacris (Ft. Rick Ross & Twista)

[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