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Hurricane Chris
Hurricane Chris
Künstler:in
The Game
The Game
Künstler:in
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Künstler:in
Birdman
Birdman
Künstler:in
E-40
E-40
Künstler:in
Angie Locc
Angie Locc
Künstler:in
Jadakiss
Jadakiss
Künstler:in
Baby 3
Baby 3
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Christopher Dooley
Christopher Dooley
Songwriter:in
Earl G. Williams
Earl G. Williams
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Phunk Dawg
Phunk Dawg
Produzent:in
Earl Fratom
Earl Fratom
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
John Frye
John Frye
Mischtechniker:in
Gary Fly
Gary Fly
Ingenieurassistent:in
Bryan Leach
Bryan Leach
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Mr. Collipark
Mr. Collipark
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Hollywood BaBa
Hollywood BaBa
Ausführende:r Produzent:in

歌詞

[Verse 1]
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 2]
You can find me in the a bay bay
Bucket full of Crystal, V.I.P.ed up
Goin' hard in body tap where they throw that cheese up
I been about my paper, **** 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 shit, fuck they talkin' bout?
**** can't sell records, so they blame it on the South
I be all through Shreveport, Louisiana ballin'
Like, who the fuck said ain't no choppers in New Orleans?
My rims so clean they spinnin' like a whirlwind
Pull up at the club, and bitches textin' they girlfriends
They know who I is, they know who I am
I be flyin' through the South in that burgundy Lamb'
Pull up at the light, my shit so bright
She want my number, call me tonight
Pick up the phone, like
[Verse 3]
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]
A bay bay, it's Lil Boosie
This for my dawgs who keep that cake and keep that uzi
Holla, "A bay bay"
187, 2-11 on my side of town
Everybody ridin' 'round, a bay bay, fours down
Rubber bands 'round cash, I'm makin' cake
A bay bay, what we gon' eat today? I wan' eat some steak
Paint the Caddy candy green, a bay bay
Anybody try to hate, they gon' feel that cake
In Baton Rouge keep a big tool, attitude real rude
L.I.G., I'm real cool, don't think that I'm a lil' dude
Like Peter Pan, you're quick, knock all your nose off
Don't get me started, I've been retarded, watch me go out
A bay bay, I'm straight gangsta
From my feet and calf, down to my ankles
Can't forget my feet
Beef's to me like barbecue, it's nothing at all
Thought that ratchet was a fool, but, a bay bay, goin' off
[Verse 5]
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' (E-40)
[Verse 6]
E-40's from the Bay, hey, baby (Hey, baby)
In the yacht
Hassling me, ratchet, like, "Where you stay?" (Where you stay?)
I'm pullin' on my chain (Chain), yanking on my collar (Collar)
Just like the Lava House clique, "Pass me some water"
Outta my mind, outta my body, thumper never loose (Loose)
Rollin', he keep sippin' that Donald Duck orange juice (Juice)
Mean mug, fix your face, upside-down smile (Smile)
Money call, a fete chase, been doin' it for a while (While)
Phunk Dog on the beat with it, jig with it, sick with it
Hustlers play for keeps with it, so I keep my heat with it
(A bay bay, let that play, that's my song, turn it up)
I'm with my folks whether they right or wrong, tear it up
[Verse 7]
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 8]
I see that red hat, them red B's, wife B's
23's out the Bentley, and we stay fly
Hunnid G's and PRP's, stuffin' Humvees
We D boys gettin' money on them 25's
Five-star, and that's me, a OG
I'm from the 3, the 13th 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
We poppin' bottles with these championship rings
Models and things, ménages and brains
We bring a few to the East and West wings (Frontin' on 'em)
Show 'em how I'm livin', and I watch 'em all sing, yeah
[Verse 9]
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 10]
Ratchet dancin' 'cross the floor, you know the G-way
Hollerin', "Uhh," up on the mic with the DJs
I'm with my Gs 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, move around if you scared
You already know what we say when we outta here, what?
A bay bay, a bay bay, move around if you scared
Cut with curls in my hair, got my L's in the air
Wastin' drink everywhere, 'cause a **** don't care
With my **** out that Lava, and you know we bad off
We the ones in the 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, what?
Toss my set, raise my shirt, show that tat up on my back
[Verse 11]
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 12]
Well, it's the H to the U double R-I-C-A-N to tha E
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up (Get 'em up)
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 gon' spend it up
On the Bentley painted yellow like a baby school bus
26's make 'em stop when I pull up
And my pant sag low, like I was rockin' a pull-up
When I stop and I pull up, I'ma be already full of vodka
I keep that in my cup, a bay bay, don't make me bust it
If you try to take my chain, I'ma snatch your face off
I got diamonds in my ear, the same size as baseballs
Where they at? They lost, I don't think they on my level
Lil' mama think I'ma bite her with this alligator sweater
"A Bay Bay" was just the beginning, I'm finna run the game
And whoever feel different can holler at Hurricane
Wanna be talkin', but heavy itinerary break up your chest
And you runnin' your mouth
And ever since I dropped that "A Bay Bay," I been runnin' the South
[Verse 13]
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 14]
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 stoppin' that, I be where the guap is at
Excuse me, I be wherever its 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, talkin' much shit, Dutch lit
Every bunny within arm's reach wanna touch Kiss
Back to the couch with a section full of honey dips
Black on 26, eat ass, we fresh
Yes, and when I leave, they all followin'
Just 'cause I was in the club hollerin'
[Verse 15]
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'
Written by: Christopher Dooley, Earl Williams
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