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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
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[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

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