Red Spyda - Wanna Get to Know You lyrics

[Hook: Joe] I wanna get to know ya I really wanna thug you, baby One dose of your lovin I know it gon' drive me, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One dose of my lovin I know it gon' drive you, crazy [Verse 1: Young Buck] I'm lovin' how you look in my eyes, swangin' them hips when you pa** I'm visualizing my name tattooed on that a** baby Jump on this Harley, let's go smoke some of that Bob Marley Sip some Bacardi then go pull up at the after party I think we make a perfect couple, but you think I'm trouble Maybe that's the reason you gave me the wrong number She got me feelin' like, maybe she the wrong woman Think I'm a be chasin' the chickenhead, you're on somethin' Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time And your Gucci boots the same color as mine If you read between the lines you can see that I want you I betcha I'll have you doin' what you said that you won't do Make a decision shorty, good things don't last long Your girlfriend keeps showing me that thong Before I head home I'm a stop at your house and blow the horn If you come outside you know it's on, holla at your boy [Hook: Joe] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] b**hes be frustrated with a baller, wonder why I don't call her Maybe because I'm busy and she need someone to spoil her It gets annoying, from time to time I gotta ignore her In order to let her know that we friends and nuttin more She loves it when I'm in town, hate it when I'm not around I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound Pictures hittin the ground, just enough to hold us down I'm stickin and movin, cruisin after the third round Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy I can make a forty-year old feel like a young lady I admit I fell in love with her frame And to make her feel special I let her call my by my government name Her panties wet over fame, fell in love with my chain I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer, would she remain? Surroundin me, houndin me, tryin to be my only I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your homey [Hook: Joe] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Yeah Don't know what f** me up more: watchin her lick her lips Or watchin' her walk; she hypnotized me with her hips man I sweet talk her if she like Cause all she really want is a n***a to treat her right, right? Look, I'm legit now; I used to break laws Now you can reap the benefits of world tours Big house, big Benz - girl it's yours Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws You ain't got to look like a model for me to adore you All you gotta do is love me and be loyal Don't indulge in my past; f** what happened before you Cause it means somebody's gonna hate you that never saw you Come here- let me touch on you; I let you touch on me Put my tongue on you; you put your tongue on me Let me ride on you, and you can ride on We can do it all the night; we can have a baller night [Hook: Joe] - repeat 2X w/ variations