Ludacris - Get Buck in Here lyrics

[Akon - Intro] (DJ Felli Fel) {Lil Jon} CHEA! It's that incredible sh** (Talk to 'em) There's too many beautiful ladies in the house tonight, Felli... {HEY!!} I think we need to hit 'em off with somethin proper somethin... (Okay...WHOO!) [Diddy] They call me Diddy! (DJ Felli Fel) [Akon] Testing one, two, three! [Diddy] Testin one, two, three Check this out, listen to me Listen... It's tricky, I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you Doin your thang, G-string, shoe-string point of view HEY - lend me ya body, you got me in a zone (c'mon) Bet a million and a half cash, I can make you explode (OWW!!) You don't wanna brave the cold, you want a day of Combs I can take you on outer limits away from home (Where your bills pile?) I'm whylin fo' sho In a middle of the club doin a rodeo show (hey) The hoes seem steamy, wet dreamy Invisible sets gleamy; (incredible s**) you need me Ease me, please me baby I may be am a little crazy, but in a way that they playa-pay me [Hook: Akon] (DJ Felli Fel) Don't make me get BUCK IN HERE!!!!! Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners Too much booty for one man to handle When all I need is a one-night scandal And I'mma get BUCK IN HERE!!!!!! DAMN, lil' mama, know you fit my standards You're the type that make me grip that handle Lick shots in the air, bustin that random 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) [Ludacris] Okay...LUDA..let's go! She can make it clap like a standin ovation! Spin like my record at your radio station Feel the sen-sation, I put it right there They be like, "LUDA!!", I be like "He-yeaaaaah!!" You like it like that, (WOO!) don't cha baby? (yeah) The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy (okay) I stroke so good like Tiger Woods Then I, ROWRR!!, 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 somethin, (what?) bring your mother! (hey!) Sit back and observe, invite your friends We can mix it all up, like juice and gin Felli on the celly with a couple of twins Cause tonight, damn RIGHT! We gon' do it again [Hook] [Diddy] Aiyyo...aiyyo Felli, brotha let me hit this one more time Listen, women lace 'em, G4 jet flyin Twist 'em crooked, cell phone number's private (c'mon) Flip 'em, change 'em, prissy I'm bougie, the hood Game 'em, taste 'em, trizzies I run 'em, I'm good (OW!!) Leather or, silk, I melt them all (talk to e'm) Love 'em, leave 'em, give 'em hell fo' sure (don't stop) Tell 'em words they mind and soul deserve (don't stop) Or, give 'em, things the might prefer (keep it goin) San Tropez or Mandarin sweet ma**age 'em (keep it goin) Pimp, game 'em, grants and Benz I charge 'em Used to style 'em, now I just Virgin Isle 'em (talk to 'em) Karma Sutra, freaky and leavin 'em smilin [Hook] [Lil' Jon - as music stops] Hold up, bust that sh**! f** that sh**! (Yo-yo-yo-yo) It's yo' boy Lil' Jon! (YEAH!) Time to TAKE THIS MOTHERfu*kER TO ANOTHER LEVELLLLLL!!! (Let's GO!!) Hahaha! Y'all ain't ready... [Beat change to crunk-style] Get yo' motherf**in hands up! - HEY! (Put 'em up! Put 'em up!) A-get yo' motherf**in hands up! - HEY! (Put 'em up! Put 'em up!) A-throw yo' motherf**in drinks up! - HEY! (Put 'em up! Put 'em up!) A-throw yo' motherf**in drinks up! - HEY! (Put 'em up! Put 'em up!) NOW GET BUCK IN THIS b*tch! BUCK IN THIS b*tch! (GET) BUCK IN THIS b*tch! (GET) BUCK IN THIS b*tch! (GET) CRUNK IN THIS b*tch! (GET) CRUNK IN THIS b*tch! (GET) CRUNK IN THIS b*tch! (GET) CRUNK IN THIS b*tch! HEEEEEEY!!! (Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey) [Diddy] Aiyyo Felli, you a fool for that one, man A-HA!!