[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