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Artist: Hurricane Chris
Album: 51-50 Ratchet
Year: 2007
Genre: Rap: Hip-Hop

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Ay Bay Bay(Ay) [x3]
Ay Bay Bay(Ay) [x3]
Ay Bay Bay(Ay) [x3]
Ay Bay Bay(Ay) [x3]

[Chorus:]
You Wanna Know Wat We Say In Da Club (Ay Bay Bay)
White Folks Gangstas And Da Thugs (Ay Bay Bay)
Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubs (Ay Bay Bay)
Ridin’ In A Lac Wit A Mug (Ay Bay Bay)

Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’

[Verse:]
When I Holla Ay Bay Bay
I Finna Get My Groove On
Its So Hot Up In Da Club
Dat I Ain’t Got No Shoes On
Im Holdin’ Up A Big Stack And Dem
Hundreds In A Rubba Band
Girl Don’t Ask Me For No Cash
Cause Im Not Dat Other Man
Everybody Trippin’ Cause Im Limpin’
When Im Walkin’ And Im Pimpin’ When Im Talkin’
I Don’t Trick On Chick Dats Talkin’
The Boys In Da Back They Be Rollin Up They Dough
And They Be Blowin Until They
Choke And Dats What Got Lil Cane Coughin
When I See A Bad Chick Im Hollerin Out(Ay Bay Bay)
I Hope Yall Ain’t Wit Ya Boyfriendz
Cause I Don’t Care Wat Dey Say
And I Don’t Care Wat He Say Or She Say
Im In Da Dj Booth Takin’ Pictures Wit Da Dj
You Wanna Know What We Say
When Clubs Get Crunk (Wat)
Ay Baybay let it Play
Dats My Song Turn It Up [x2]

[Chorus:]
You Wanna Know Wat We Say In Da Club (Ay Bay Bay)
White Folks Gangstas And Da Thugs (Ay Bay Bay)
Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubs (Ay Bay Bay)
Ridin’ In A Lac Wit A Mug (Ay Bay Bay)

Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’

[Verse:]
Now If You Lookin’ For Me Baby You Can Find Me
Bangin’ In Da Chevy Candy Painted Swingin 9 Deep
ten cars Creep Wit My People Right Behind Me
I Showed Dem My Chain Now
She Hollerin boy u blindin’ Me
Show My Mouth Piece
To Dem Freaks Now Dey eyein’ Me
Oh You Got A Problem Well I Hope You Aint
Tryin Me. Throw da car in Park
Then I Reach Under My seat
Hop Out With My Hand Under My Shirt
Dats Where Dat iron be
Yellow Bone Chirpin’ Me
She Trying To See Where Imma Be.
You Gonna Let Me Get Up In
Your Mouth Well Dats Where Imma Be
I Don’t Pop Trunk Wit Lights Dats
Where Det Choppa Be. Straight To The Hotel
All Da Bad Chick Followin’ Me
I Know You Like My Style, I Ain’t Trippin
Im Just Tryin’ To See, Girl Is You Drunk
Well Tell Me Why You Leanin’ All On Me
And If You Thinkin’ Imma Stunt You Trippin
I Pull Up In An Expedition Wit Da Roof Lifttin

[Chorus:]
You Wanna Know Wat We Say In Da Club (Ay Bay Bay)
White Folks Gangstas And Da Thugs (Ay Bay Bay)
Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubs (Ay Bay Bay)
Ridin’ In A Lac Wit A Mug (Ay Bay Bay)

Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’

[Verse:]
Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Baybay let Dat Play
Dats My Song Turn It Up
Im In Da Club Hot, Crunk, Sweatin, Burnin’ Up
Im ‘bouncin through The Crowd
Bumpin And Hollin Wats Up
I Done Fell Out In Da Dance Floor
And now I cant get Up
Js On Your Feet But You Cant Get These
Louis Veton brown, White, And Yellow Trick please
I Go To Saint Louis Let My Chain Hang Low
Canary Yellow
Diamonds Mixed With Rose Gold
I Shine Real Bright In Da Light Because Im A Star
8 Shots Of Patrons Now Standin’ on Da Bar
Probably Get Drunk
As A Skunk And Put The Keys In The Wrong Car

[Chorus:]
You Wanna Know Wat We Say In Da Club (Ay Bay Bay)
White Folks Gangstas And Da Thugs (Ay Bay Bay)
Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubs (Ay Bay Bay)
Ridin’ In A Lac Wit A Mug (Ay Bay Bay)

Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’

Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’

Now If You Lookin’ For Me Baby You Can Find Me
Bangin’ In Da Chevy Candy Painted Swingin 9 Deep
ten cars Creep Wit My niggas Right Behind Me
I Showed Dem My Chain Now
She Hollerin boy u blindin’ Me
Show My Mouth Piece
To Dem Freaks Now Dey eyein’ Me
Oh You Got A Problem Well I Hope You Aint
Tryin Me. Throw da car in Park
Then I Reach Under My seat
Hop Out With My Hand Under My Shirt
Dats Where Dat iron be
Yellow Bone Chirpin’ Me
She Trying To See Where Imma Be.
You Gonna Let Me Get Up In
Your Mouth Well Dats Where Imma Be
I Don’t Pop Trunk Wit Lights Dats
Where Det Choppa Be. Straight To The Hotel
All Da Bad Chick Followin’ Me
I Know You Like My Style, I Ain’t Trippin
Im Just Tryin’ To See, Girl Is You Drunk
Well Tell Me Why You Leanin’ All On Me
And If You Thinkin’ Imma Stunt You Trippin
I Pull Up In An Expedition Wit Da Roof Lifttin

[Chorus:]
You Wanna Know Wat We Say In Da Club (Ay Bay Bay)
White Folks Gangstas And Da Thugs (Ay Bay Bay)
Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubs (Ay Bay Bay)
Ridin’ In A Lac Wit A Mug (Ay Bay Bay)

Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’

Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Baybay let Dat Play
Dats My Song Turn It Up
Im In Da Club Hot, Crunk, Sweatin, Burnin’ Up
Im ‘bouncin through The Crowd
Bumpin And Hollin Wats Up
I Done Fell Out In Da Dance Floor
And now I cant get Up
Js On Your Feet But You Cant Get These
Louis Veton brown, White, And Yellow Trick please
I Go To Saint Louis Let My Chain Hang Low
Canary Yellow Diamonds Mixed With Rose Gold
I Shine Real Bright In Da Light Because Im A Star
8 Shots Of Patrons Now Standin’ on Da Bar
Probably Get Drunk As A Skunk And Put The Keys In The Wrong Car

[Chorus:]
You Wanna Know Wat We Say In Da Club (Ay Bay Bay)
White Folks Gangstas And Da Thugs (Ay Bay Bay)
Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubs (Ay Bay Bay)
Ridin’ In A Lac Wit A Mug (Ay Bay Bay)

Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’

Ay Baybay let dat Play
Dats My Song Turn It Up (all da way out)

(feat. The Game, Lil Boosie, Birdman, Angie Locc, Jadakiss)

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
Tru’d all da 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

(feat. Nicole Wray)

[Intro: Nicole Wray]
I love you momma, love you momma, love you momma, love you momma, love you momma, love you momma, ayyy

[Chorus: Hurricane Chris]
Momma I just wanna take the time out to say that if it was’nt for you I would’nt be here today and I apoligize for all the times I made you cry and all the times I made you hate and momma I just wanna say that everything I do I did for you my daddy and the rest of the family momma you know I love you and everything I do I did for you my daddy and the rest of the family momma you know I love you

[Verse: Hurricane Chris]
Momma I just wanna take the time out to say ain’t no way I can forget what you did for me no way you raise me from a baby and plus I know I was bad so no women on earth could ever take your place and that’s a fact I remember when you use to have to come sit in my class cause I ain’t know how to act thank you for beating my ass that’s why I know how to act every morning I woke up there was a meal on my plate but I can see it in your face you wasn’t straight and you and my daddy went ya’ll seperate ways he stayed in my life just like he suppose to that’s why I say he a cheat see my momma love me before I got my kids she told me what ever I turn out to be just keep it real and I know she worried bout me too momma I’m cool I got

[Chorus: Hurricane Chris]
Momma I just wanna take the time out to say that if it was’nt for you I would’nt be here today and I apoligize for all the times I made you cry and all the times I made you hate and momma I just wanna say that everything I do I did for you my daddy and the rest of the family momma you know I love you and everything I do I did for you my daddy and the rest of the family momma you know I love you

[Verse: Hurricane Chris]
Momma I apoligize for every virtue for anything I ever did I ever said that hurt you I had asthma when I was growing and I got real sick you close your eyes and prayed and cried more than a lil bit my cousin had took me out and taught me how to mac you hated when I hung wit him cause he be chasin cats that broad fool but I never made no doubt in that no matter what happend I knew my family had my back and even though I’m out here living my life like I’m grown everyday I pick up the phone and I call home I say hey booy it’s sean that boy still trippin that boy crazy and I wish I could be home with ya I bet both of my grandmas in the kitchen cookin food if it wasent for them I probaly wouldent went to school momma I love you in a way that I just can’t explain your only child Chris Dooley, Hurricane

[Chorus: Hurricane Chris]
Momma I just wanna take the time out to say that if it was’nt for you I would’nt be here today and I apoligize for all the times I made you cry and all the times I made you hate and momma I just wanna say that everything I do I did for you my daddy and the rest of the family momma you know I love you and everything I do I did for you my daddy and the rest of the family momma you know I love you

[Nicole Wray + Hurricane chris:]
Said you know I need you in my life said you know your the only one I need in my life my daddy the rest of the family momma you know I love you and everything I do I did for you my daddy and the rest of the family momma you know I love you.

(feat. Boxie)

[Hook: x2]
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock

If I don’t like the way she acting
Then I’m a tell her bye
How you goin play a playa
You know how playas ride
Game recognize game
And I been running game alot
Never get caught in my lie
Cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock

[Verse 1:]
Everythang was cool we was feeling each otha
Chillin in the jacuzzi just water no bubbles
You know me I keep it gutta
Hit it until you studda
Then she got there asking me questions
Like she was undercover
Like who was that lil chick that I let ride up in my ride
I’m a pimp so it ain’t nothing for me to think of a lie
But I’d rather keep it real
And tell her just how I feel
Looky here if you see with with anotha chick
Then it’s just what it is
You ain’t my main dame
I just beat you out the frame
Baby I’m hurricane
You gotta stay in yo lane
Stick to the script of a pimp
And follow my gutta rules
And I u feel like u wanna leave
Then do what you do
Baby u think I’m goin cry
Just becuz I lost you
Everytime I loose one
I bounce back with 2
How you think I got you
Somebody got laid off
I’m a pimp I pimp a chicken
Until she get plaid out

[Hook: x2]
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock

[Verse 2:]
Say lil mama let me get up in it
Betta make you wanna give it to me
Like you never gave it up before
And I bet I make you moan
With my boys when I pull up in a rolz roise
I know where to hit ro
And I pull up fresh in the back
And the mode real low low
She can’t see my eyes
Everybody holla cuzya boy so blind
And all I gotta do is get her in my ride
Give me a million dollars and I can make it go live
Let it be any chick in the world and I can make her mine
Put her in the whip
Now I’m feeling on her thighs
Take a shot of patron
And I’m feena go live
And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain’t want me to use no rubber (no rubber)
I’m feeling like u tryna get me caught up
No disrespect lil mama but that’s just how I was brought up
If I can’t use protection when I cut
Then it ain’t no cut
I can’t picture me going in you raw
That just ain’t what’s up
Lil mama I’m a pimp
And I will never get caught in my lie
Cross my heart and hope to die
Girl you know how playas rock

[Hook: x2]
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock

And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain’t want me to use a rubber (no rubber) [x2]

Ay Ay Ay
Say This Real Right Here Ya Heard Me
Nigga Just Don’t Never Stop Hating

(Chorus 2x)

Ay I Think Somebody Trynna To Do Me Something
Cuz I Can’t Sleep
And I’m Nervous When I Eat
And I Ain’t Even Got No Beef

But It Feel Like I Got Beef
Cuz I Ain’t Sleep In A Week
And I Ain’t Stepping Out Of My Doe With Out That Heat
I Think Somebody Trynna Do Me Somethin

I Think Somebody Tryinna To Do Me Something
Cuz I Can’t Sleep
My Mama Cooked A Meal For Me But I Can’t Eat
It’s Too Much Shit On My Mind I Can’t Stop Thinking About Dying
So Whoever Cross That Line You Gon Get That 45
My Daddy Just Got Home
But They Just Came And Got My Nigga

Got Caught Up With Two Choppas And A Pistol
And I’m Begining To Hate These Rap Niggas Real Fast
Putting My Name Up On A Track
I’mma Come Where You At And Blast
Just The Other Day I Almost Had To Do A Nigga
He thought I Was Gon Fight Him
But I Was Gon Do a Nigga
Now I Know That Sound F**ked Up But I Ain’t Got No Time
Soon As You Whoop A Nigga He Just Gone Go Get His Iron
His Nine Or His Wooga
However He Wanna Do Ya
I Ain’t Faking
I Ain’t Talking
I Ain’t Boxing
I’mma Shoot Ya
His Nine Or His Wooga
However He Wanna Do Ya
I Ain’t Faking
I Ain’t Talking
I Ain’t Boxing
I’mma Shoot Ya

(Chorus 2x)

I Think Somebody Tyrnna Do Me Something
I See Him Looking
Come Play Me Like A Rookie Watch I Quick I Leave You Shooken
I Hop Out Of The Bushes With That Thang Like Suprise (suprise)
And If You Try To Run That Choppa (lalala) Knock Off Yo Thighs (lalalalalala)
Take Of At You Shoot Out Yo Tires
Me And My My Clique Be Posted Up A
Go Back To Subject Like How These Haters Wish Me Death
I Peep The Way These Niggas Trynna Play Me To The Left
So I Keep The Yay Off In The Trunk I Heated When I Step
Cuz Beefin Ain’t Beefin Till You Stop Somebody Breath
And If We Creeping I’m Creeping Busting Till It Ain’t Nothing Left
And If We Creeping I’m Creeping Busting Till It Ain’t Nothing Left
Like That

Do Somethin (what)
Do Somethin, Do Somethin (what)
Nigga Do Somethin

Do Somethin (what)
Do Somethin, Do Somethin (what)
Nigga Do Somethin

Do Somethin (what)
Do Somethin, Do Somethin (what)
Nigga Do Somethin

Do Somethin (what)
Do Somethin, Do Somethin (what)
Nigga Do Somethin

(Chorus 2x)

I Remember One Sunday We Hit The Scene
It Was Packed Sittng On 22’s With The Paint Wet Black
Me And My Nigga He Got My Back I Got His Back ( i got his back)
Them Hoes Standing On Top Of Their Cars Shaking Cat
We Finna Do A Show So We Pull The Truck To The Back
When I Hit The Doe Them Niggas Ain’t Know How To Act
Them Hoes Grabbing On My Chain Pullin On My Plastic ( hurricane )
Want Me to Take Em’ Home And Hit Em’ From The Back
But When We Got Out Side Them Pussy Niggas Was Hatin
Actin Like He Wanna Do Me Somethin But He Fakin
I Asked Him What It Was With No F**king Hesataion
One False Move I’ma Leave You Shoking On The Pavement

I Had A Funny Feeling That Something Was Going On
Nigga Wanna Do Me Something Cuz I’m Riding On Chrome

I Had A Funny Feeling That Something Was Going On
Nigga Wanna Do Me Something Cuz I’m Riding On Chrome

(Chorus 2x)

Do Smethin
Nigga Somethin (faded out)

[intro:]
Ay ay ay ay ay hurricane ay ay ay ay I can’t be wit you no more lil mama.

[chours:]
And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

(ay this how it is)

[verse:]
Lil mama I got love for yo ass, but you be trippin tho.I’m sick and tierd of how you trip when I speak to folks at the store. I told you my lil dog got hurt, we had beef, you told me nigga please, you probaly just with some freaks. Now see this just be what I’m talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris-agist. Hurricane it don’t really matta hold me down, and that ain’t wat you doin so you need to move around. I need somebody that’s gon cook for me, fix my plate and rub my back. But all you do is fuss and fight, like you just don’t know how to act. I’m sick and tired of hollerin, and fussin and fightin, ain’t wit it, don’t like it, don’t do it, not likely. Lil mama I’m a pieces, you could neva be my wifey, you act like you don’t like me unless I’m driving something pricey.[repeat x1]

[Chours:]
And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

[Verse 2:]
(ay)Okay so know it’s getting crucial. I feel like your comments useless. Nothing to it, but to do it, get your bags and get to it. Get outta my bed, get outta my room, get outta my house, get outta my life.And you can’t come back and holla when you get your mind right, ’cause as far as I’m concerned you ain’t got nothing I like. Need to keep on kickin and walkin the other way. Please stay outta my face, I ain’t got nothing to say, but Ay Bay Bay I say that in every phrase. This supposed to be a sad song, but I said Ay Bay Bay. And I can’t stand the way you act when people hang up in your face, what that got to do with me, that’s your phone anyway. Why in the hell would I give them your number to catch myself up in my game, I am not lame, I got game, H-U double R - I to the Cane. So get your things hope on the bus you came, I think it’s by time you swang.And do your thing evrything gon be okay, everything gon be okay.

[Chours:]
And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

[Verse 3:]
Now baby how you gon play games with a beast like me. No matta what them otha dudes think they might be. I gots to be G till the day that I die. That’s why you gotta leave I’m tired of tellin you bye. Get the hell up outta my sight, lil mama you think I’m lien, here some money for a cab hope you have a nice ride. Ratchet city we go live cut a chick loose with no ties. Now I’m on another mission with my money on my mind, constanly thinking of another way that I can go shine. And when I leave, I’m leaving with the doors suicide. And you betta be out my house when I get back, I ain’t lien.

[chours:]
And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

[music fades out]

Get yo hands out my hair girl…
Hurrican! (hurrican!)bang bang bang bang bang bang(beat it out the frame)
Say lil mama…

[Chorus:]
And I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there

[Verse 1:]
When we got it perfect they try to holla just tell them get lost when you rubing yo body up on me girl I won’t tell u to get off and I ain’t fakin when you rubin yo hands through my hair got me fellin amazing yo thick thighs and yo pretty eyes got this yougnster body shakin who am I to tell ya you ain’t got it goin on shakin what yo mama gave ya girl you bout to blow my dome from left to the right to the right to the left slow yo road girl cause this got to be bad for my health if I had to sacrafise about it part it I go dealth long as I can see yo bady with my eyes I don’t care with a coke bottle shape got me pullin out my hair man that thang made me dizzy like a ride at the fair if a bopper wanna to fight she ain’t sceard she got a pair she stand up for her man leave a bopper out of breath she a dime and she fine and she all of the above I’m a touch her while I cut her and beat it up in the tub

[Chorus:]
And I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there (ooh I like it like that ooh I like it like that Ooh I like it like that the way you gripin my legs holdin me down it’s fellin so good I like it like that ooh)

[Verse 2:]
I can Touch you here and there relax take off yo underware hit you from the back and just smack it then I pull yo hair Baby I’m a beast with it I’m that hurricane and I know you heard about that way I beat it out the frame lil mama says she like my style and my swaggin how the see thru beads be hangin on my plaids she saw me on T.v and she ain’t know how to act I turn the T.v off then I pulled the sheets back you kno me I’m a playa g I be up on my game I can slay you and touch you in places till you say my name I know you want me to touch you if not you in the game sit back relax get a drink get loose and do yo thang hit you in positions to make you pay attiontion to change it’s the thoughts in my mersades that get triple xrated I’m a do the fool in it and I promise I ain’t fakin but don’t get it twisted baby cause you ain’t havin my baby

[Chorus:]
And I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there (ooh I like it like that ooh I like it like that Ooh I like it like that the way you gripin my legs holdin me down it’s fellin so good I like it like that ooh)

[Verse 3:]
Touch it like you ain’t get enough for what we just did so I’m a rush you and beat till you say u want my kids I’m a dance in it say lil mama we call this the jigg and I go harder than any dude you done had that’s the biz she lookin me up in my eyes I’m gripin her on the waist I got her whole body shakin while she look me in my face call yo friends and tell em you just got worked I’m a fool when I move up the skirts stick and move make it hurt

[Chorus:]
And I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there (ooh I like it like that ooh I like it like that Ooh I like it like that the way you gripin my legs holdin me down it’s fellin so good I like it like that ooh).

[Chorus: x2]

Why you walk like that
Cause I walk like that
I walk like that
Why you talk like that
Cause I talk like that
I talk that
Cause I talk like that

Lil mama ask me why I walk like that
Then she started hollin at me
So I holla right back (like dat)
She know I’m from ratchet city and I’m ballin
She like the way I talk so she told me to keep talking

I told her baby you could ride with a beast
Walk with a g
I’m a toss me a freak
She whispered in my ear and said she used to be a stripped
She took me in the bathroom pullin on my zipper
I bent her over from the back and hit her with the missile
I beeum beeum beeum and I didn’t mean kiss her
I beat it out the frame you know I’m hurricane
Then I dipped off in the middle of the night in the range switchin lanes

Go Live entertainment
See the gold bangin
Walk like that cause I talk like that
I walk like that cause I talk like that
All you out there fakin better chill out (hold up)

[Chorus: x2]

Why you walk like that?
Cause I walk like that
I walk like that
Why you talk like that
Cause I talk like that
I talk like that
Cause I talk like that

Look at my pants
Look at my shirt
Look at my shoes
Look at my feet
I walk like that cause I talk like that
I walk like that cause I talk like that
You just said the same thang
I just said the same thang

I’m from Louisiana you could tell by the accent
Well I’m a get in the doors on impalas with the phantom kits
Pull up at the party hop out and get it started
Plus I’m full of bicardi I think I’m getting nauseous
Now I’m feelin retarded
Looking for a broad to go get another broad
And then I’m a get it stared
Talk like I talk
And when I walk I be mobbin
And gun pumpin to get you stumped it ain’t a problem

[Chorus: x2]

Why you walk like dat?
Cause I walk like dat
I walk like dat
Why you talk like dat
Cause I talk like dat
I talk like dat
Cause I talk like dat

I walk like this cause there’s a lump in my pants
And when I hit the club they call me the money man
I hit the V.I.P that when I spend a couple grand
Then I walk on the floor with a couple stacks in my hand
Lil mamma got to poppin and pullin all on my waist
That’s when I took my shades off and let her see my face
The shirt that I got on the same brand as my cologne
The same ratchets on my phone I can’t help it I’m a dog
I go harder than the average take a trip to paris
30in with candypaint on the volkswagon
Pants stay saggin can’t help it I’m just rachet
Money make me happy hoes like my swag
And I get it from my daddy black on black in that caddy
Walk like dis cause I used to walk home
But now I walk to the parkin lot to see I sit on chrome
26’s yea I’m sittin on that chrome

[Chorus: x2]

Why you walk like that?
Cause I walk like that
I walk like that
Why you talk like that
Cause I talk like that
I talk like that
Cause I talk like that.

(feat. Big Poppa of Ratchet City)

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Now turn me up a little
Move
Now turn me up a lil
Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Booom
Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Booom
Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Booom
Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Booom

[Chorus:]
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Now Rick James wit it
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if you’ve got a bankroll
One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if your money don’t fold

[Verse 1:]
Get me get that hand clap
Let me get that hand clap, clap
They pull me out the club cuz I ain’t know how to act
But I ain’t really trippin’
We finna sneak through the back
And I got some like a grenade for them haters who wanna jack
(Whooo-Whooo)
And we going in my clique
Yeah I’m shining like a light
I get them diamonds on my wrist
Let me get a hand clap, hand clap
Lil momma breath stank so I told her bad back
And payin’ me some water so I can roll harder
Slam on tha hater, like my name Vince Carter
They looking at me crazy cuz I bounce around the club
But I keep clapping my hands like I’m tryin’ to kill a bug
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
Ain’t nobody in the club finna like me
Plus I gotta clique ofGorillas in black tees
Make the whole club clap like it sum kind of disease

[Chorus:]
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Now Rick James wit it
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if you’ve got a bankroll
One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if your money don’t fold

[Verse 2:]
Well I hope you ain’t tired of clapping your hands
Cuz we just got in the club
I spent 75 dollars on this shirt just for the club
Hell naw! I ain’t leaving!
Let’s take the VIP with them chicks and get freaky
Lil momma don’t believe me
I showed her, I showed her
I beat it out the frame,
I told her I’m a beast
And lil momma I’m Hurricane
And now 50 want
50 staters shining on haters
Jumping, stomping, hanging, clapping, knocking over the tables
In a club, we get ratted until we faint
Yeah I’m stunting in his face cuz I got a big bank
Like big bank, hang
Cuz my money don’t fold
Open up and blind them with a mouth full of gold
Let me get a hand clap
If you got that Hollaback
And now I’m on my mind
I think I need to be slapped
Let me get a hand clap
If you got that Hollaback
And now I’m on my mind
I think I need to be slapped
Like that…

[Chorus:]
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Now Rick James wit it
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if you’ve got a bankroll
One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if your money don’t fold

[Verse 3:]
Now drop that beat
Turn it up
That’s too loud, mayne
Turn it down
Now turn it back up
Put your hands up and make em’ clap
Cuz now we yawning
If you wake, we make your hand clap
Just stay at home
You got a pocket full of money (ahhh)
Oohh that’s wazzup
Let me catch you by the bathroom
You gone get snuck
I rock that E-A-S-E-C-G
I’m Hurricane
And I’m S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
It’s what I claim
And let me see you put your arm up
And Rick James
I get to clapping my hand like I’m finna going insane
Lil momma wanna marry me
Just give me sum brain
I’m gripping, gripping the grain
Let me see you Rick James
One for the, one for the money
Two for the show
All ya’ll haters better slow your roll
Or you ain’t gotta chill
I can make you chill at the backstop
So security wont trip
They’ll think I’m doing the hand clap

[Chorus:]
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Now Rick James wit it
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if you’ve got a bankroll
One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if your money don’t fold

[Verse 1:]
I’m 18 in a s550 platinum on 22 inches
Dem haters say they gon back me
Tell dem haters come get with me
I’m fenna run da game, these other rappers lame

Only thing they rapping about is dey watches and they chain
I’m a beast with it, that’s why I’m fenna run da south
I been listenin to these niggas run dey mouth but that’s bout it though

I’m cut throat, to the meat show
And eyes fold lame niggas like a peep show
Fake on me and watch how quick I hit yo block and get respect
And I’m 51 50 so fake on me I break yo neck

And whoever got a problem with somethin da boy say
Found out where dem boys stay I hop out in broad day
Oh yeh you got a vest then I’m goin for the face
You heard about louisiana boy that’s where I stay

You gotta be ready to go to war like everyday
And if you ain’t gon come outside nigga that’s just how we play

Take a trip to my side that ain’t cool that ain’t straight
So you come through stuntin’ and get somethin put in your face
Man these rapper niggas full let me eat these niggas plate
Man these rapper niggas full let me eat these niggas plate (like dat huh)

[Hook: x2]
I guess that’s the new fashion
All of these rap niggas actin like (acting like)
It’s me and I’m a make em quit rappin
I’m from louisiana I ain’t with that slick packin (Yeh)

[Verse 2:]
Somebody tell me why most of these niggas actin like hoes
And the hoes in the game be realer than most niggas
How many faces you got I mean ma nigga come on
You be a different person everytime the tv come on

Nigga that ain’t real if you ask me they be fakin’
Come cross me with that talk and I’ll send you on a vacation
Ma niggas from louisiana ain’t loss everything
So they stay ready to cock choppers back and let em go bang (get em up)

Blocka blocka big bang spittin out dat big old thang
Autilary by the pound shit that will blow up a train (pow!)
Better stay in yo lane pop dat trunk and get that thang
Put a beam on em and tell em make dem nikes do dey thang

Why is the world infested with bodies rookies and pussys
Grown ass man but dey act like dey got nookies
Dey grown ass man but dey act like dey got nookies
Niggas grown as man but dey act like dey got nookies (huh?)

[Hook: x2]
I guess that’s the new fashion
All of these rap niggas actin like (acting like)
It’s me and I’m a make em quit rappin
I’m from louisiana I ain’t with that slick packin (Yeh)

[Verse 3:]
So what’s hot out in the streets huh (huh?)
You got a problem with a nigga but
You handle all your problems over beats huh
Nigga yous a beat punk

You get yo ass straight stole, quick fast
Play with us and you gon sleep for months
(nigga you gon sleep for months)
Creepin in this rear view mirror and raise dem heaters up
Raise dat desert eagle up

Wanna kno the truth a lot of these niggas childish
Hoppin on dem tracks and really think dey wildin’

I rep that L O U I S I A N A da state
Where dey holla ay bay bay and keep a clip off in dey safe
And these rappers, they actin like faggots
I feel like ice cube man these niggas need a daddy

Pokin out dey chest and always actin like dey bad
While I’m snappin like a pit ready to get off in dey ass
51 50 we ten toes deep like that
You know me I keep dem lame ass niggas on blast! (like dat) (huh)

[Hook: x2]
I guess that’s the new fashion
All of these rap niggas actin like (acting like)
It’s me and I’m a make em quit rappin
I’m from louisiana I ain’t with that slick packin (Yeh)