[Chorus 1: Hurricane Chris]
I'm in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
[Verse 1: 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, fuck they talkin' bout
Niggas can't 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 shitt so bright
She want my number call me tonight
Pick up the phone like
[Chorus 2: Hurricane Chris]
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
[Verse 2: 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 two eleven on my side of town
E'erbody ridin' 'round A bay bay fuck naw
Rubberbands round cash I'm makin' cake
A bay bay what we gone eat today I want me some steak
Paint the caddy candy green A bay bay
Anybody try to hate they gone feel that cake
In Baton Rouge keep a big attitude real rude
L.I.G I'm real cool don`t thank that I'm a lil' dude
A Peter Pan quick knock off the doors off
Don't get me started I've been retarded watch me now down
A bay bay!
I'm straight gangsta
From my feet and cat down to my ankles
Can't forget my feet
Beef's to me like barbeque its nothing at all
Thought that ratchet was a fool a bay bay goin off
[Chorus 1: Hurricane Chris]
I'm in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
[Verse 3: E-40]
E-40 from the bay hey bay bay
Hocker me Ratchet like where you stay
I'm pullin' on my chain yankin' on my collar
Just like the Lava House click
"Pass me some 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) I'm with my folks whether they right or wrong tear it up
[Chorus 2: Hurricane Chris]
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
[Verse 4: Birdman]
Say that red hat them red B's, white B's
23`s out the Bentley and we stay fly
Hunded G's, PRP's, Hum V's
We D boys getting money on dem 25`s
5 star and that`s me a OG
I'm from the three tha thirteenth off the wild side
My young G and he a beast Tha 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: Hurricane Chris]
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
[Verse 5: Angie Locc]
Ratchet dancing cross the floor you know the G-way
Hollerin uuhh up on the mic with the DJ's
I'm with my G's and my thugs and my ese's
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
Wastin 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 can't 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]
I'm in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
[Verse 6: 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'm a 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'm a 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'm a 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'm a bite her with this alligator sweater
A bay bay was just the beginning I'm 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: Hurricane Chris]
I'm in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
[Verse 7: 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 facelift
Stones is doin' the watusi 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
Wifebeater true religion shorts and my Nikes out
Drinkin' out the bottle talking much shit dutch lit
Every bunny with an arms reach wanna touch kiss
Back to the couch with a section full of honey dips
Black on 26's we fresh
Yes and when I leave they all following just cuz I was in the club hollerin'
[Chorus 2: Hurricane Chris]
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in the club hollerin'
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