A Bay Bay (Ratchet Remix)

Im in tha club hollerin

a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay

Im 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 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 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 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 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 ima 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 ima 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 dont thank they on my level

Lil mama thank ima 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 itenary break up yo chest if

you runnin yo mouth

And every since i dropped that a bay bay i been runnin

the South

Im in tha club hollerin

a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay

Im 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'erbody ridin 'round A bay bay fuck 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

In Baton Rouge keep a big bitch attitude real rude

L.I.G im real cool don't thank that im 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

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

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

Im in tha club hollerin

(Anne Locc [Hurricane Chris's Mom]):

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

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 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 aint reggie miller ma this is cush and haze

mixed

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

this

Hope the Lord forgive me gave my Jesus piece a

face-lift

Stones is doin the y-toosie in the bracelet

Aint no stopping that I be where the gwap is at

Excuse me I be wherever its poppin at

Now im on the dance floor iced out lights out

Wifebeater 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 cuz I was

in the club hollerin

A bay bay, a bay bay