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Hurricane Chris 5150 Ratchet A Bay Bay (The Ratchet Remix) [Chorus 1:] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' [The Game:] You can find me in tha a bay bay Buckin full of cry-stale V.I.Ped up Goin hard in body tap where they throw that cheeze up I been about my paper niggas know about my stack You dont like that dirty money send yo girl to wipe me down Million dollars on my neck and wrist shine for a mile She wanna see it up close then she gotta walk it out Im tha king of this rap shit f**k they talkin bout Niggas cant sell records so they blame it on tha South I be all through Shreve-port Louisiana ballin Like who the f**k said aint no choppers in New Orleans My rims so clean they spinnin like a world-wind Pull up at the club bitches textin they girlfriends They know who i is they know who i am I be flyin through the south in that burgundy land Pull up at the light my shit so bright She want my number call me tonight Pick up the phone like [Chorus 2:] A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' [Lil' Boosie:] A bay bay this here Boosie This for my dawgs who keep that cake and keep that oozie Holla a bay bay One eighty seven two eleven on my side of town E'erbody ridin 'round A bay bay f**k naw Rubberbands round cash im makin cake A bay bay what we gone eat today I want me some steak Paint the caddy candy green hay bay bay Anybody try to hate they gone feel that cake In Baton Rouge keep a big attitude real rude L.I.G im real cool don`t thank that im a lil dude A Peter Pan quick knock off the doors off Dont get me started ive been retarded watch me mow down A bay bay! Im straight gangsta From my feet and cat down to my ankles Cant forget my feet Beef`s to me like bar-b-que its nothing at all Thought that ratchet was a fool a bay bay goin off [Chorus 1] [E-40:] E-40 from the bay hey bay bay Hocker me Ratchet like where you stay Im pullin on my chain yankin on my collar Just like the Lava House click "Pass Me Sum Wata" Outta my mind outta my body thumper never loose Rollin you can sip that Donald Duck orange juice Mean muggs fix your face upside down smile Money call the fete chase been doin it for a while Phunk Dog on the beat with it jig with it Hustlers play for keep with it so I keep my heat with it (A bay bay thats my song turn it up) Im with my folks whether they right or worng tear it up [Chorus 2] Say that red hat them red b`s white b`s 23`s out the Bentley and we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We d boys getting money on dem 25`s 5 star and that`s me a O G Im from the three tha thirteenth off the wild side My young G and he a beast the carter 3 That`s more stuntin but we hustlin like its do or die We poppin bottles with these championship rings, models & thangs, monogers & brains We bring a few to the east & west wangs Show em how I livin and watch em all say yeah! [Chorus 2] [Angie Locc:] Ratchet dancing cross the floor you know the g-way Hollerin uuhh up on the mic with the dj Im with my G`s and my thugs and my essays Hidin `hind the shades I been up for bout three days {You already know what we say when we outta here what? a bay bay a bay bay you can find if you scared} [X2] Cut with curls in my hair got my L`s in tha air Wiastin drank everywhere cuz I cuz I don`t care With my niggas out that lava and you know we bad off We the ones up in tha cut with them blunts that make you cough Chewed all the way down from my head to my feet I cant feel my face so please don`t speak You wanna know what we do when the club get packed Toss my set raise my shirt show that tat up on my back [Chorus 1] [Hurricane Chris:] Well its the H to tha U double R I C-A-N to tha E Get em up, Get em up, Get em up like A bay bay thats what we say when we pull up in them trucks Tell my label to cut the check ima gone spend it up On the bentley painted yellow like a baby school bus 26's make em stop when i pull up And my pants sag low like i was rockin a pull-up When i stop and i pull up ima be already full of Vodka I keep that in my cup a bay bay on make me bussa And if you try to take my chain ima snatch yo face off I got diamonds in my ear the same size as baseballs Where they at they lost i dont thank they on my level Lil mama thank ima bite her with this alligator sweater A bay bay was just the beginning im finna run tha game Whoever feel different can holla at Hurricane Wanna be talkin but heavy itenary break up yo chest if you runnin yo mouth And every since i dropped that a bay bay i been runnin the South [Chorus 1] [Jadakiss:] Yo look at any game 50 large is what I came with 25 for bottles 25 to make it rain with This aint reggie miller ma this is cush and haze mixed Don`t sit there and lie to me you aint never taste this Hope the Lord forgive me gave my Jesus piece a face-lift Stones is doin the y-toosie in the bracelet Aint no stopping that I be where the gwap is at Excuse me I be wherever its poppin at Now im on the dance floor iced out lights out Wifebeater true religion shorts and my nikes out Drinkin out the bottle talking much shit Dutchlet Every bunny with an arms reach wanna touch kiss Back to the couch with a section full of honey dips Black on 26 e-s we fresh Yes and when I leave they all following just cuz I was in the club hollerin [Chorus 2] |
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