Hurricane Chris - A Bay Bay Lyrics
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{This Baby 3, everybody saiy, a bay BAY!!} *echoes*
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[Intro - Repeat 4X]
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A bay-BAY, a bay-BAY, a Bay-BAY
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[Chorus]
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You wanna know what we say in the club? (A bay-BAY!)
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White folks, gangstaz, and the thugs (A bay-BAY!)
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Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubs (A bay-BAY!)
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Ridin ln a 'Lac wit a mug! (A bay-BAY!)
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[repeat 2X]
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I'm in the club holl'n - a bay-BAY!
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A bay-BAY, a bay-BAY, a bay-BAY
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A bay-BAY, a bay-BAY - I'm in the club holl'n
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[Hurricane Chris]
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When I holla "a bay-BAY!," I finna get my groove on
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It's so hot up in the club, dat I ain't got no shoes on
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Holdin up a big stack of dem HUNNIDS in a rubberband
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Gurl don't ask me for no cash, cause I'm not dat other man
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Everybody trippin cause I'm limpin when I'm walkin
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and I'm pimpin when I'm talkin, I don't trick on chick dats talkin (nope)
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Dem boys in da back, dey be rollin up they dough-dy
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Then dey blow it till dey chokin' dats what go'lly cane talkin (yep!)
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And when I see a bad chick, I'm holl'n out, "A bay-BAY!" (A bay-BAY!!)
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I hope y'all ain't wit ya boi-friends cause I'on't care what dey say
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And I'on't care wat he say, or she say (nope)
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I'm in da DJ booth, takin pictures wit the DJ (yep)
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You wanna know what we say, when clubs get crunk? (what?)
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"A bay-bay, let it play, dat's my song, turn it up" (okay)
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You wanna know what we say, when clubs get crunk? (what?)
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"A bay-bay, let it play, dat's my song, turn it up" (okay)
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[Chorus]
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Now if you lookin for me, baby you can find me
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Bangin in da Chevy candy-painted swangin nine deep
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Ten cars creep wit my people right behind me
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I showed them my chain now she holl'n, "Boy you blindin me"
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I show my mouth piece to dem freaks now dey eyein me (yep)
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Oh you got a pro'lem well I hope you ain't tryin me
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Throw the car in park and then I reach under my seat
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Hop out with my hand under my shirt that's where dat iron be (wassup?)
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Yellow bone chirpin me she tryna see where I'ma be
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You gon' let me get up in yo mouth, well dats where I'ma be
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I don't pop trunk wit lights, dats where dey choppa be
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Straight to the hotel all the bad chick is followin me (c'mon)
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I know you like my style, I ain't trippin I'm just tryna see (yeah)
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Girl, is you drunk? Well, tell me why you leanin all on me? (dang!)
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And if you thankin I won't STUNT, you trippin (hahaha)
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I pull up in an Expedition wit the roof missin
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[Chorus]
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A bay-bay, let it play, dat's my song, turn it up (turn it up)
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I'm in the club hot, crunk, sweatin, burnin' up (I'm hot!)
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I'm bouncin thru the crowd buckin, and holl'n wassup
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and I done FELL out in the dance flo' and now I cain't get up (eh ha ha)
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J's on your feet, but you cain't get THESE - (nope)
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Louis Vuitton brown, white, and yellow - trick please! (yep)
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I'll go to St. Louis and let my "Chain Hang Low" (yea)
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Canary yellow diamonds mixed wit rose gold
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I shine real bright in the light because I'm a star
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Eight shots of Patrons now I'm standin on the bar
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Pro'ly get drunk as a skunk and put the keys in a wrong car
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Pro'ly get drunk as a skunk and put the keys in a wrong car
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[Chorus]
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[Repeat many times along with sped-up and slowed-down samples]
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A bay-bay, let it play, dat's my song, turn it up, hey!
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A Bay Bay
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Hurricane Chris |