Hurricane Chris - Ratchet (Remix) lyrics

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 n***as 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 sh** what the f** they talkin' bout n***as cant sell records so they blame it on tha South I be all through Shreve-port Louisiana ballin' Like who the f** said ain't no choppers in New Orleans My rims so clean they spinnin' like a world-wind Pull up at the club b**hes 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 sh** so bright She want my number sh** 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 f** 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 b**h 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 n***as 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 sh** 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