Ratchet (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Hurricane Chris

I'm in tha club hollerin' 

A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay 

I'm in tha 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 cheese up 

I been about my paper niggas know about my stack 

You don't 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 

I'm tha king of this rap shit what the fuck 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 fuck said ain't 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 shit call me tonight 

Pick up the phone like 

[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 I'ma 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 I'ma 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 don't thank they on my level 

Lil mama thank I'ma 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 artillery break up yo chest if you runnin' yo mouth 

And every since I dropped that a bay bay I been runnin' the South 

I'm in tha club hollerin' 

A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay 

I'm in tha club hollerin' 

[Lil Boosie:] 

A bay bay its Lil Boosie 

This for my dawgs who keep that cake and keep that oozie 

Holla a bay bay 

One eighty seve(n)'m two eleve(n)'m on my side of town 

E'er-body ridin 'round A bay bay fuck naw 

Rubber-bands round cash I'm 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 

In Baton Rouge keep a big bitch attitude real rude 

L.I.G im real cool don't thank that I'm a lil dude 

Beef's to me like bar-b-que its nothing at all 

Thought that ratchet was a fool a bay bay goin' off 

[Baby - Birdman:] 

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 

I'm 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 

A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay 

I'm in tha club hollerin' 

[Anne Locc - Hurricane Chris's Mom:] 

Ratchet dancing cross the floor you know the g-way 

Hollerin' uh up on the mic with the dj 

I'm with my G's and my thugs and my essays 

Hidin' 'hind the shades I been up for bout three days 

Cut with curls in my hair got my L's in tha air 

Wiastin' drank everywhere cause I cause 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 

[Jadakiss:] 

Yo look at any game 50 large is what I came with 

25 for bottles 25 to make it rain with 

This ain't reggie miller ma this is kush and haze mixed 

Don't sit there and lie to me you ain't never taste this 

Hope the Lord forgive me gave my Jesus piece a face-lift 

Stones is doin the y-toosie in the bracelet 

Ain't no stopping that I be where the gwap is at 

Excuse me I be wherever its poppin' at 

Now I'm on the dance floor iced out lights out 

Wife-beater true religion shorts and my Nikes out 

Drinkin' out the bottle talking much shit Dutchlet 

Every bunny with an arms reach wanna touch kiss 

Yes and when I leave they all following just cause I was in the club hollerin' 

A bay bay, a bay bay