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25-Aug-07
10:48 AM
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HURRICANE CHRIS LYRICS A Bay Bay
[Intro]
Dis baby dream everybody say A Bay Bay
[Hurricane Chris]
A Bay Bay, A Bay Bay, A Bay Bay [4x] [Chorus]
You wanna know what we say in da club (A Bay Bay)
White folks, gangstas, and the thugs (A Bay Bay)
Stuntin with a stacks of dem dubs (A Bay Bay)
Ridin in the lac' with a mug (A Bay Bay) Im in da club hollerin
A Bay Bay, A Bay Bay, A Bay Bay, A Bay Bay, A Bay Bay [2x]
Im in da club hollerin [Verse 1: Hurrican Chris]
Now when I holla A Bay Bay,
Im finna get my groove on
Its so hot up in da club
That i aint got no shoes on
Holdin up a big stack of dem honeys
In a rubberband
So dont ask me for no cash
Cause im not that other man
Everybody trippin cause im limpin when im walkin
And im pimpin when im talkin
I dont trick 'em when im talkin
Them boys in the back
They be rollin up they dopey
And they blow until choke
And thats what got his got his game flossin
Wen i see a bad chick im hollerin out A Bay Bay
Hope ya'll aint with your boyfriend
Cuz i dont care what they say
And i dont care what he say, or she say
Im in the DJ both takin pics. with the DJ
You wanna know what we say
When the clubs get crunk (wat) A Bay Bay
Let it play thats my song turn it up (ok)
You wanna know what we say
When the clubs get crunk (wat) A Bay Bay
Let it play thats my song turn it up [Chorus] [Verse 2: Hurricane Chris]
Now if you lookin for me baby
You can find me bangin in the chevy
Candy painted swangin 90
Big cars creep with my people right behind me
I showed 'em my chain
And now she hollerin where you findin me
Show my mouth piece to them freaks
Now they hirin me
Oh u gotta fire dem well i hope you aint tryin me
Throw the car in park then i reach under my seat
Hop out with my hand under my shirt
Thats where that 9 be
Youngin tryna chirp me
She tryna see where i be
You goin to let me get in your mouth
Well thats where ima be
Unpop trunk with lights
Thats where the chopper be
Straight to the hotel
All the baddest chicks followin me
I know you like my style
I aint trippin im just tryna see
Gurl is you drunk
Well tell me why you leanin on me
And if you thankin ima stunt you trippin
I pulled up in an expedition with the roof missin [Chorus] [Verse 3: Hurricane Chris]
A Bay Bay let it play thats my song turn it up
Im in the club hot, crunk, sweatin, burnin up
Im bouncin thru the crowd
Buckin, and hollerin wass up
When i done fell out on the dance floor
And now i cant get up
J's on ya feet but you cant get ease
Loui vaton brown, white, and yellow trick please
I go to Saint Louis and let my chain hang low
Conary yellow diamonds mixed with rows gold
I shine real bright in the light cause im a star
8 shots of patron now im standin on the bar
Tried to get drunk as a skunk
And put the keys in the wrong car
Prolly got drunk as a skunk
And put the keys in the wrong car [Chorus] A Bay Bay let it play thats my song turn it up
[10x]
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25-Aug-07
10:49 AM
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25-Aug-07
10:48 AM
HURRICANE CHRIS LYRICS
A Bay Bay
[Intro]
Dis baby dream everybody say A Bay Bay
[Hurricane Chris]
A Bay Bay, A Bay Bay, A Bay Bay [4x] [Chorus]
You wanna know what we say in da club (A Bay Bay)
White folks, gangstas, and the thugs (A Bay Bay)
Stuntin with a stacks of dem dubs (A Bay Bay)
Ridin in the lac' with a mug (A Bay Bay) Im in da club hollerin
A Bay Bay, A Bay Bay, A Bay Bay, A Bay Bay, A Bay Bay [2x]
Im in da club hollerin [Verse 1: Hurrican Chris]
Now when I holla A Bay Bay,
Im finna get my groove on
Its so hot up in da club
That i aint got no shoes on
Holdin up a big stack of dem honeys
In a rubberband
So dont ask me for no cash
Cause im not that other man
Everybody trippin cause im limpin when im walkin
And im pimpin when im talkin
I dont trick 'em when im talkin
Them boys in the
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25-Aug-07
10:50 AM
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T-PAIN (f/ Yung Joc) LYRICS Buy U A Drank (Shawty Snappin')
Shawty Snap (Yeah)
T-Pain
Damn
Shawty Snap
Yung Joc (Shawty)
[Yung Joc:]
Ay Ay
She Snapping
Ah She Snapping
Shawty Snapping [T-Pain:]
Snap Your Fingers Do The Step You Can Do It All By Yourself [Verse 1:]
Baby Girl
What's Your Name?
Let Me Talk To You
Let Me Buy You A Drink
I'm T-Pain, You Know Me
Konvict Music Nappy Boy Like Oh Wee
I Know The Club Close At 3
What's the chance of you rolling With Me?
Back To The Crib
Show You How I Live
Let's Get Drunk Forget What We Did [Chorus:]
I'mma Buy You A Drank
Then I'mma Take You Home With Me
I Got Money In The Bank
Shawty What you Think 'Bout That?
Find Me In The Grey Cadillac
We In The Bed Like
Ooh Ooh Oh, Ooh Ooh
We In The Bed Like
Ooh Ooh Ooh, Ooh Ooh [Verse 2:]
Talk To Me, I Talk Back
Let's Talk Money, I Talk That
Crunk Juice Bottle
Oakly Shades
Shawty Got Class
Oh Behave
Let's Get Gone
Walk It Out (Now Walk It Out)
Just Like That
That's What I'm Talking 'Bout
We Gonna Have Fun
You Gonna See
On That Patron
You Should Get Like Me [Chorus] [Verse 3: Yung Joc]
Won't You Meet Me At The Bar
Respect Big Pimping
Tell Me How You Feel
Mama Tell Me What You Sipping?
A Certified Dime Piece
Deserve Louy 1-3
150 A Shot
3 For You And 3 For Me
I'm Checking Your Body Language
I Love The Conversation
And When You Lick Your Lips
I Get A Tingling Sensation
Now We're Both 'Bout Tipsy
You Say You In The Mood
All I Need Is 'Bout A Hour
Better Yet Maybe Two
Let Me Take You Where I Live
Ferrari Switch Gears
When I Whisper In Your Ear
Your Legs Hit The Chandilleer
Passion Fruit And Sex
All In The Atmosphere
I'mma Let T-Pain Sing It
So He Can Make It Clear [Chorus] [Verse 4:]
Let's Get Gone
Walk It Out
(Now Walk It out, think about it, Ah Snap)
Now Rock Rock Rock Rock
You Can Do It All By Yourself
[x2] [Chorus]
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25-Aug-07
10:51 AM
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YUNG BERG (f/ Junior) LYRICS Sexy Lady
Uh, yeah, Y.B.'s.
Yup, I swear this album is crazy.
Do our dance wit us.
Get 'cha lean on, shawty bring it back.
Go get 'cha lean on, shawty bring it back.
Ah get 'cha lean on, shawty bring it back.
Get 'cha lean on, shawty bring it back
Oh, come on. [Junior w/ the chorus]
Hey sexy lady,
It was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move oooooon (yeah)
Hey sexy lady,
It was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But i got to move oooooon (yeah)
Hey sexy lady.. Oh, and damn right baby girl's a diva,
but everytime she out wit me she be blowin' reefa.
In the coupe looking better than the Mona Lisa.
Tunin' in to my songs thinkin' bout features.
She know her lil' nigga spit ether
and them grown dudes really don't know how to treat her.
So she rock wit me and I roll wit her
Cause I'm a D-boy and she's a go-getta. Uh, this new girl that I'm poofin' on,
Got a young boy thinkin' bout movin on.
She got her Louis Vuitton bag and the shoes on.
Wanna take her to the Telly, bust a move dogg.
See a nigga need more than one,
I parked the Rolls outside like Reverend Run.
And rolled up the blunt, yeah, full of bubble gum.
Yung Bosses, it's our year, we got another one. [Junior w/ the chorus]
Hey sexy lady,
It was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move oooooon (yeah)
Hey sexy lady,
It was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But i got to move oooooon (yeah)
Hey sexy lady.. Yeah, and damn right baby girl the shit.
She love it when i throw it deep like Micheal Vick.
I love it cause she know them youngins dont write a lick.
She know the kid hit the lab though could write a hit.
Uh, and ain't no denyin' it, nope.
She want it, she can have it, why, cause I'm dyin' it.
The boss boy gotta ride with the flyest bitch
and she the truth. if I'm lyin' then I'm dyin' man.
This other chick that I'm divin' in.
She a good look that's why we always dinin' in.
Chea, in LA, we at Katana, or in Chi-Town, we straight to Benihana's.
And how she doin' man, she get it proper, damn.
Three hours and we both kept on our Pradas.
I had my loafers, she was in them heels.
Berg and the Y.B.'s makin' big deals. [Junior w/ the chorus]
Hey sexy lady,
It was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move oooooon (yeah)
Hey sexy lady,
It was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But i got to move oooooon (yeah)
Hey sexy lady.. Get 'cha lean on, shawty bring it back.
Go get 'cha lean on, shawty bring it back.
Ah get 'cha lean on, shawty bring it back.
Get 'cha lean on, shawty bring it back
Oh, come on.
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