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DJ Felli Fel ft. Akon, P. Diddy, Ludacris & Lil' Jon - Get Buck In Here (Lil Jon) Yeah! (Diddy) It's that incredible shh... (Ludacris) Talk to 'em (Akon) There's to many beautiful lady's in the house tonight Felli (Lil Jon) Hey! (Diddy) I think you need to hit 'em off something proper OK! Woow! They call me Diddy (Felli Fel) DJ Felli Fel (Akon) Testing 1,23 (testing 1,2,3) (Diddy) Check this out Listen to me (Listen) It's tricky I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey Lend me ya 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 date a Combs I can take you on outer-limits away from home Where the girls are fly Follow your wallet for sure In the middle of the club doin' a rodeo show (Hey!) The hoes seem schemey, wet dreamy, emphasism obsessed gleemy (Incredible sex) you need me Ease me, please me baby, I maybe am little crazy but in a way that ((make ya baby page me)) (Chorus) (Felli Fel) Don't make me get buck in here!! (Akon) Shorty drop 'em 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 (Felli Fel) And ima get buck in here!! (Akon) Damn lil' momma you 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 (Felli Fel) You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang (Akon) While you make it clap clap clap clap clap (Felli Fel) Just shake that thang, shake that thang (Ludacris) Luda Let's go She can make it clap like a standin' ovation Spin like my record at the radio station Feel the sensation, I put it right there They be like LUDA, I be like yeaaaaaaa, You like it like that dont cha baby The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods And i ROWR like a tiger would My livelihood, is not hollywood I'm still southside atlanta, thats 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 celly with a couple of twins Cuz tonight, damn right, we gonna do it again (Chorus) (Diddy) Hey Felli Let me get another shot at this Listen, women lace 'em G for a jet, flyin' Twisted, crooked, cell phone numbers, probably Flip 'em change 'em, prissy and boogy the hood Game of taste 'em, prissy's I'm runnin' 'em good Leather or silk, I'm 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 ... (Chorus) (Lil Jon) Hold up, hold up Yo, yo, yo It's your boy Lil' Jon right? (yeah!) They try to take this thing to another level! Let's go Let me see ya get your hands up Let me see ya get your hands up Let me see ya put yo drinks up Let me see ya put yo drinks up Now git buck in this.. Buck in this.. Buck in this Buck in this Crunk in this Crunk in this Crunk in this Crunk in this Hey!!! (Diddy) Yo Felli you a fool for that one man (Felli Fel) Haaaa |