Hurricane Chris Ft. The Game, Lil Boosie, E-40, Birdman & Jadakiss Ay Bay Bay (Remix) Lyrics

(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 n____s 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 s___ what the f___ they talkin bout
n____s cant sell records so they blame it on tha South
I be all through Shreve-port Louisiana ballin
Like who the f___ said aint no choppers in New Orleans
My rims so clean they spinnin like a world-wind
Pull up at the club b____es 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 s___ so bright
She want my number s___ call me tonight
Pick up the phone like

(Boosie):
A bay bay its Lil Boosie
This for my dawgs who keep that cake and keep that oozie
Holla a bay bay
187 211 on my side of town
E'erbody ridin 'round A bay bay f___ 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 k
In Baton Rouge keep a big b____ attitude real rude
L.I.G im real cool don't thank that im a lil dude
a bay bay im straight gangsta from my fiddy cap down to my ankles cant forget my feet
Beef's to me like bar-b-que its nothing at all
Thought that ratchet was a fool a bay bay goin off

(Baby):
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):
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 n____s 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

(Jada):
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 s___ 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