Get Buck In Here Lyrics - Singles - Dj Felli Fel

[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 sex) 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 massage 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, fuck that shit, fuck that shit! (yoyoyoyoyoyoyo...) 

It's your boy, Lil Jon! (YEAH!) 

Time to take this mothafucker to another level! (Let's go!) 

Get your mothafucking hands up! 

Get your mothafucking hands up! 

Throw your mothafucking drinks up! 

Throw your mothafucking drinks up! 

Now get buck in this bitch! 

Get buck in this bitch! 

Get buck in this bitch! 

Get buck in this bitch! 

Get crunk in this bitch! 

Get crunk in this bitch! 

Get crunk in this bitch! 

Get crunk in this bitch! 

YEAH! 

[P.Diddy] Aiyyo, Felli, you a fool for that one. HA