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1. عزوز الهاشمي July 30th, 2008 at 3:03 am 1

   (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

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