Jeff Lane - Gettin Some Head (Remix) lyrics

[Ludacris:] You know we had to do a remix right [Pharrell:] Yezzir [Ludacris:] Hood anthem Let's go, Whoa! Hey who'd have ever thought this would make it to the radio Shawnna you a fool for this one Ha ha, special shout out to Bill Clinton [Hook:] I was gettin some head, gettin gettin some head I was gettin some head, gettin gettin some head I was gettin some head, gettin gettin some head I was with the kind of girl that make ya toes pop (x2) [Weezy:] Weezy back of the Phantom tell him driver dont look I tell her do ya thang and when you finished write a book I sit back in the chair and then i break out the kush I hope she like banana cuz i got that fruit by the foot She say she love me well i love her when the lights dim You can depend on her to catch it like a tight end Santa Claus, I leave her wit a white chin Yes I get alot of neck like a violin 85 on the bridge hat to the side 23 inch Yokahamo flats on the ride Young Stunna baby girl is ya up on it They go so hard man i gotta wear a cup on it I'm the hottest thang around and if she like to catch then I'ma take the mound She said she don't do it but i am not a clown If i get her to my room, she goin down [Hook] [Pharrell:] Man i make a feign for that blow They be pumpin the p-p be pumpin them hoes Stick out they a**, look how they tell me just go You ain't f**in wit me when it come to these hoes Blast fast across the chin What im sayin to them man i dont pretend Push one bu*ton...have the poor b**h dunkin Keep it goin like the grill in the air f**in She's a freak she wants E's and the purple dro Show her keys in the sturtigo shertigo She said hurt her though, in the cervical She mean murder though, give her vertigo Ball-a-g, ain't no apology Wanna have a couple words but apology Man i seen ya sports car but its smaller b The enzo is outside for you all to see n***a look at my chain, look at my rings Rocks and watches, bracelets bling Keepin it goin n***a til the break of dane Can't compare so you just complain Mad as a b**h what, grabbin ya b**h Get OJ and start slappin ya b**h I'm AC here's a cap for ya b**h While me and my n***a sit there and laugh at ya b**h AC gotta stay mayne, neva eva let em see you sweat that's the rule mayne Hit it til we through mayne, send her back to you mayne That's what we do mayne, bubble gum chew mayne Other than that catch me gettin some bread When you see my billboards i'll be (i'll be) Yezzir [Hook] [Shawnna:] Check it cuz i love that hood fashion, got a couple of sips And I'm off the rip ready for action n***a f** who you wit Cuz i be the b**h and it ain't no askin why they all on my tip Cuz i get them benjamins and Jacksons and they all in my grip Tell me who you know could spit that ill flow and make n***as sick Betta tell that stupid b**h to chill ho it ain't on that sh** See the fitted cap i keep it real raw stay on my lid Now he wanna ask me how it feel cuz he say I'm that b**h Let me slow it down and make a move wit it do, now what it do wit it Now that i got me some, gone let my crew hit it We smokin bubble gum, chunky and blueberry And berry get it crunk, we make it juke mannie And then givin head, shawty you too scary Got my b**hes in the 'lac, I'm in that new caddy I'ts time to get it poppin, shawty is you ready? I put that p**y on his face but it was too heavy Cuz i was... [Hook] [Too Short:] She looked me up and down said you look like a pimp I knew she been around i said do it like Corrine She tried to be s**y I asked her can you stop I want the real deal, I don't want a handjob I know you betta tell em who pimped you first As soon as I'm finished let me quench yo thirst Nothin but the best I know I'ma get When you use tow hands and a whole lotta spit b**h, you got me hard as a rock I ran my fingers through your hair when you started to stop This ain't amateur night and its not the Apollo Come real wit the sk**s and you gots ta swallow My phone kept rangin but this ain't the end I was squeezin my toes and I can't press in I need to cum so I can go but if I'm late again, they know me I ain't gotta say where I been [Hook] [Weezy:] Shawnna...wat up..I like what you doin shawty [Ludacris:] I'm my bed mindin my business bout five in the mornin Gettin head a wonderful feelin im high and im zonin From this fire i was smokin and im chokin on that fruity wile this lil cutie's chokin on me Right down to the tonsils them glands had to be swollen They call me the head honcho and man i keep it goin You think it was in slow motion and i beat em like they stole it specially rollin off a little ecstasy I'm a hurricane sippa (sippa) Make em see stars when they call me the big dippa (dippa) Spit a few bars grab my tools and i drill her (drill her) Jump in my car and I'm countin up my scrilla (scrilla) I'ma giggolo giggolo Ya man might be aiight but Ludacris is a k**a though So gone and ask around you can see what its hittin fo Makin ya girl bed, me and my third leg If I'm talkin on the phone i forgot what you said cuz i was [Hook]