Jadakiss - A Bay Bay (The Ratchet Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Hurricane Chris] I'm in the club hollering A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay I'm in the club hollering [Verse 1: Game] You can find me in the a bay bay Bucket full of cry-stal V.I.Ped up Going 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 your 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 the king of this rap sh** what the f** they talking 'bout n***as can't sell records so they blame it on the South I be all through Shreveport, Louisiana ballin' Like who the f** said ain't no choppers in New Orleans My rims so clean they spinning like a whirlwind Pull up at the club b**hes texting they girlfriends They know who I is they know who I am I be flying through the south in that burgundy Lam' Pull up at the light my sh** so bright She want my number sh** call me tonight Pick up the phone like [Verse 2: 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 that's what we say when we pull up in them trucks Tell my label to cut the check I'mma go and 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'mma 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 I'mma 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'mma bite her with this alligator sweater A bay bay was just the beginning I'm finna run the game Whoever feel different can holla at Hurricane Wanna be talking but heavy itinerary break up yo chest if you running yo mouth And every since I dropped that a bay bay I been running the South [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Boosie] A bay bay it's Lil Boosie This for my dawgs who keep that cake and keep that uzi Holla a bay bay One eighty seven'm two eleven'm on my side of town E'erbody riding 'round A bay bay f** naw Rubberbands round cash I'm making cake A bay bay what we gone eat today I want me some steak Paint the caddy candy green hey bay bay Anybody try to hate they gone feel that In Baton Rouge keep a big b**h, attitude real rude L.I.G I'm real cool don't thank that I'm a lil' dude Beef to me like bar-b-que it's nothing at all Thought that ratchet was a fool a bay bay goin' off [Verse 4: Birdman] Say that red hat them red B's wife B's 23's out the Bentley and we stay fly Hundred G's P-R-P's hum V's We D-boys getting money on them 25's 5 star and that's me, a O.G I'm from the three the thirteenth off the wild side My young G and he a beast Tha Carter 3 That's more stuntin' but we hustlin' like it's do or die [Hook] [Verse 5: Angie Locc] Ratchet dancing cross the floor you know the g-way Hollerin' uuhh up on the mic with the DJ I'm with my G's and my thugs and my ese's Hiding 'hind the shades I been up for bout three days Cut with curls in my hair got my L's in tha air Waistin' drank everywhere 'cuz I 'cuz I don't care With my n***as out that lava and you know we bad off We the ones up in the cut with them blunts that make you cough Trued all the way down from my head to my feet I can't feel my face so please don't speak You wanna know what we do when the club get packed? What? Toss my set, raise my shirt, show that tat up on my back [Verse 6: Jadakiss] Yo look it ain't a 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 doing the Watusi in the bracelet Ain't no stoppin' that, I be where the guap is at Excuse me, I be wherever it's 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**, Dutch lit Every bunny within arms reach wanna touch Kiss Yes, and when I leave they all followin', just 'cuz I was in the club hollerin' A bay bay, a bay bay