Felli Fel - Get Buck In Here lyrics

[Intro - Akon (P.Diddy) {Ludacris}] Chyeah! It's that incredible sh-- (Talk to 'em) There's too many beautiful ladies in this house tonight, Felli I think we need to hit em off something proper, son {Okay... whoo!} (They call me Diddy, DJ Felli Fel!) Testing, one, two, three (Testing, one, two, three Hey, listen to me, listen, hey) [Verse One - P.Diddy] It's tricky, I'm picky, baby, but I just spotted you Doing your thing, G-string, shoe string point of view Lend me your body, you got me in a zone Bet a million in a half cash i can make you explode You don't wanna brave the cold, you wanna Diddy Combs I can take you on outer limits away from home (?) ..... (?) In the middle of the club doin' a rodeo show The hoes seem skeemy, wet dreamy Emphasism obsessed gleemy (Incredible s**) You need me You can ease me, please me baby I maybe am little crazy but in a way... [Hook - Akon (DJ Felli Fel)] Don't make me get buck in here! Shawty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners Too much booty for one man to handle But all I need is a one night scandal And I'ma get buck in here! Damn, lil mama, know you fit my standards You the type to make me grip that handle Lick shots in the air, bustin' that grandam (While you make it clap clap clap clap clap You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang While you make it clap clap clap clap clap Just shake that thang, shake that thang) [Verse Two - Ludacris] She can make it clap like a standing OVATION Spin like my record at your radio STATION Feel the SENSATION, I put it right there They be like "Luda!", I be like "Y-yeah!", You like it like that, don't ya baby The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods And i RAWR, like a tiger would My livelihood is not Hollywood I'm still Southside Atlanta, that's a lively hood A circus, big top, like Ringling Brothers If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers Sit back and observe, invite some friends We can mix it all up, like juice and gin Felli on the cell-y with a couple of twins Cause tonight, damn right, we gonna do it again [Hook] [P.Diddy] Aiyyo, Felli let me one more time [Verse Three - P.Diddy] Listen, women, lace them, G-force jets, fly 'em Twisted, crooked, cell phone numbers, probably Flip em change em, prissy and bouji, the hood (?) Game of taste em, trissy's I'm runnin' em good (?) Leather or silk, I melt them all Love em, leave em, give em hell for sure Tell them words they minds and souls deserve Or give them things they might prefer Sandrio pan, mandarin sweet ma**age oil Pimp, gamein', grants, and benz' i tried em Used to style em, now just virgin island Kamasutra freaky... [Hook - Up to "grandam"] [Outro - Lil Jon] Hold up, f** that sh**, f** that sh**! (yoyoyoyoyoyoyo...) It's your boy, Lil Jon! (YEAH!) Time to take this mothaf**er to another level! (Let's go!) Get your mothaf**ing hands up! Get your mothaf**ing hands up! Throw your mothaf**ing drinks up! Throw your mothaf**ing drinks up! Now get buck in this b**h! Get buck in this b**h! Get buck in this b**h! Get buck in this b**h! Get crunk in this b**h! Get crunk in this b**h! Get crunk in this b**h! Get crunk in this b**h! YEAH! [P.Diddy] Aiyyo, Felli, you a fool for that one. HA