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from Lil Josh & Ernest - Jigga Juice [single] (2008)
[Lil Josh:]
I Got Dat Jigga Juice I Got Dat Jigga Juice It Got Me Jiggalatin, It Got Me Gettin Loose I Got Dat Jigga Juice I Got Dat Jigga Juice It Got Me Jiggalatin, It Got Me Gettin Loose [Chorus: Lil Josh] N Look Im Bout 2 Dance, N Look Im Bout 2 Party I Feel It N My Body, Im Bout 2 Get Retarded N Like A Poweranga, Im Bout 2 Power Up Im Bout 2 Transform, N Get Rediculous [Lil Ernest:] Feel Like Im Out My Body, Im Bout 2 Get It Started Feel Like Im Out My Body, Im Bout 2 Get Retarded Feel Like Im Out My Body, Feel Like Im Out My Body, Feel Like Im Out My Body, Feel Like Im Out My Body [Lil Josh:] I Got Dat Jigga Juice N Look It Got Me Jiggin Im On Dem Now-N-Latas, N I Get Stupid Wit It Im Jiggin, N Thuggin, N Rollin, N Bouncin Im Bout 2 Get N Der, Im Bout 2 Ack A Donkey I Feel It N My Body, Its Feelin Kinda Smooth Lyrics O I Kno Wat It Iz, I Got Dat Jigga Juice N look Im Bout 2 Dance Im Bout 2 Celebrate Im Bout 2 Ack A Clown Like Its My Birthday Look Im Bout 2 Walk It Out, N Do Tha Ratchet Wit It Now Lean N Rock Now Start Back Jiggin Look It Got My Head Bobbin, It Got My Body Rockin Im On Dat Level Level Yea Im St8 Willin Im Lookin Real Good, Dem Bitches N My Face I Got Da Jiggin Hard, Da Da Dumb Way It Got Me Feelin Strange, It Got Me Feelin Funny O Yea Im Energized Like A Energizer Bunny I Got Dat Jigga Juice I Got Dat Jigga Juice It Got Me Jiggalatin, It Got Me Gettin Loose I Got Dat Jigga Juice I Got Dat Jigga Juice It Got Me Jiggalatin, It Got Me Gettin Loose [Chorus: Lil Josh] N Look Im Bout 2 Dance, N Look Im Bout 2 Party I Feel It N My Body, Im Bout 2 Get Retarded N Like A Poweranga, Im Bout 2 Power Up Im Bout 2 Transform, N Get Rediculous [Lil Ernest:] Feel Like Im Out My Body, Im Bout 2 Get It Started Feel Like Im Out My Body, Im Bout 2 Get Retarded Feel Like Im Out My Body, Feel Like Im Out My Body, Feel Like Im Out My Body,O Yea Im Out My Body. I Pull U Gators Back N Fell Up N Da Party I Got Dat Jigga Juice,So I Get Real Retarted Im Fresh 4rm Head 2 Toe, So Yea Im Ackin Bad Dem ***** Pullin On Lil Ernest Dey Feelin My Swag I Popped A Purple Pill, N Searched Anotha Pill I Slurped Sum Purple Syrup, I Got Dat Gutta Field O I Get Jigge Wit It, Wen Im Up N Da Club Jus Ask About Me Bet Dey Say I Get Rediculous O U Cant **** Wit Me, Im Feelin Kinda Throwed I Love Smokin,Drankin,Poppin, 4x4's Im On Dem Now-N-Latas N I Get Really Lose N If I Bet Im Comin Down I Pop Em 2x2 Im Feelin Extra Good Im Makin Extra Bread I Stay Wit Extra Clips So Bust Sum Extra Heads U Kno I Pop 2, I Rock 2 U Play Me, I Pop U 4rm Beelow 2 Lil Josh We Willin On Jigga Juice [Lil Josh:] I Got Dat Jigga Juice I Got Dat Jigga Juice It Got Me Jiggalatin, It Got Me Gettin Loose I Got Dat Jigga Juice I Got Dat Jigga Juice It Got Me Jiggalatin, It Got Me Gettin Loose [Chorus: Lil Josh] N Look Im Bout 2 Dance, N Look Im Bout 2 Party I Feel It N My Body, Im Bout 2 Get Retarded N Like A Poweranga, Im Bout 2 Power Up Im Bout 2 Transform, N Get Rediculous [Lil Ernest:] Feel Like Im Out My Body, Im Bout 2 Get It Started Feel Like Im Out My Body, Im Bout 2 Get Retarded Feel Like Im Out My Body, Feel Like Im Out My Body, Feel Like Im Out My Body, Feel Like Im Out My Body [Lil Josh:] O Yea, I Got Dat Jigga Juice It Got Me Jiggalatin,It Got Me Gettin Loose Im Drunk As A Skunk |
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from Hurricane Chris - Halle Berry (She`s Fine) [single] (2009)
Superstarr
Bow bow Bow bow bow Bow bow Bow bow bow Bow bow Bow bow bow Hurricane Bow bow Bow bow bow Bow bow Bow bow bow Bum bum bum Bum bum bum Bum bum bum Bum bum bum Superstarr (Chorus) She fine den a bitch, ass and her tits Thick in tha hips every nig want her Call her Halle Berry, Halle Berry Halle Berry, Halle Berry She walkin' like a model Hands on your knees Scrub the ground She ain't nothing but a tease Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry Hurricane Chris Well let's get ratchet Let's get ratchet Look at her prettier then Halle and thicker than Janet She say she like all of my club bangers I be jamming Told her to bust it open let me see whats really happenin' She the ship and I'm the captain I'm tha captain Booty bigger than the pussy be poaching, that make me happy And I'm all the way in your city I'm from Louisiana so you gotta show me how your City do it for that camera Make it drop and bring it back to the top I'm no amateur Girl you can give it to me it ain't nothing I can't handle She just got out of the shower smellin like a scented candle And I'll bend her bend her backwards have her sliding off tha mattress No moving no acting baby this is real action Beat it up so bad You be scared to walk past me I know your Halle Berry Baby there's no acting I beat it up so bad You be scared to walk past me for real (Chorus) She fine den a bitch ass and her tits Thick in tha hips every nig want her Call her Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) She walkin like a model (yup) Hands on your knees (ay) Scrub the ground She ain't nothing but a tease Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry Hurricane Chris Halle Berry you jazzy That's way past fine Girl you look like something that's s'posed to be on the dance line Incredible by the waist Plus sshe got a pretty face Even tho she got class she listen to UGK I'm finna flip her through traffic With tha top back of tha donk Girl I guarantee I can make you go numb numb numb numb I got enough bread to take me and you to London And back to America and all over the country She make me want to keep her close by Like a Sidekick She the type of chick that ain't gone never look sloppy I'm beat it out the frame Hurricane that's who I be You must be Halle Berry I don’t need to see your ID (Chorus) She fine den a bitch ass and her tits Thick in tha hips every nig want her Call her Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) She walkin like a model (yup) Hands on your knees (ay) Scrub the ground She ain't nothing but a tease Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry Superstarr Gone bob your head Gone work your shoulder Now what I just said girl do it on tha dick Age ain't shit I done got a lil older Me or you man baby girl take a pic (which one?) She so classy, she so jazzy Lil momma blow like a ref Do it on tha dick She don't need no help She say she got it She do it all by her self Do it, do it sick Get so fine like a god damn ticket Gave her a hickey In order for a nigga like me to spend cash You gotta bounce like shocks in your ass You, bed, ass, work Start, slow, faster Mr. Halle Berry Mr. Take your bitch Take her from the club to the car to the dick Superstar bitch (Chorus) She fine den a bitch ass and her tits Thick in tha hips every nig want her Call her Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) She walkin like a model (yup) Hands on your knees (ay) Scrub the ground She ain't nothing but a tease Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
[Intro:]
Spent a long time comin They wonder why I act like this ya heard me That's all I know [Chorus: x2] Say you see I still got much to learn But I know I still I got money to burn I'm in the streets can't take it out on me I'm getting money getting money dats all I know [Verse 1:] How could you criticize me for actin' like I act if I ain't never had a thang My daddy got locked when I was 12 my whole life changed My momma hustled hard and did hell to get the bills paid While you probably ridin' round the in yo escalade But now that I got money I went and bought me 2 mansions Juss to stunt on them niggas who told me I never had it I walk out the door the other day and my momma told me you got a lot to learn She told me just because we got all this money to burn don't think I can't be a turned To go bigger to the streets So I stay back with some heat 24 hours 7 days of the week cause they free 24 hours 7 days of the week I'm a beast [Chorus: x2] Say you see I still got much to learn But I know I still I got money to burn I'm in the streets can't take it out on me I'm getting money getting money dats all I know [Verse 2:] I'm 18 years old and I done seen more drama than a lil bit And don't advise you to talk about it unless you lived it My pedal to the medal while I'm thinkin bout all my dogs I lost in the streets Tryin to ball like me And this is for my niggas who used to roll gold d poppin the trunk on them swanggers Hopping out in tall tees so all my niggas that ballin and feel like me from the struggle and gutta to makin' a live g Keep my head up remember who got me right where I'm at today as long as I got money I give a damn what a hater say One thang I know for sho I'm a get paper till it ain't no more Plus I got a crazy flow Yea I know some body said a hard head make a soft ass That's why I keep a block on the seat while I'm ridin in the jag 5150 you don't know nothing bout it Homeboy... judge... still ain't comin [Chorus: x2] Say you see I still got much to learn But I know I still I got money to burn I'm in the streets can't take it out on me I'm getting money getting money dats all I know [Verse 3:] I'm makin money nigga you can't tell me shit I'm gone keep stuntin instead of shinning on these hatas I'm counting money doing my thang I be hustling from Monday to Sunday Doing what I want I be getting it in [Chorus: x2] Say you see I still got much to learn But I know I still I got money to burn I'm in the streets can't take it out on me Get money get money dats all I know |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
Hurricane Chris - A Bay Bay Lyrics
{This Baby 3, everybody saiy, a bay BAY!!} *echoes* [Intro - Repeat 4X] A bay-BAY, a bay-BAY, a Bay-BAY [Chorus] You wanna know what we say in the club? (A bay-BAY!) White folks, gangstaz, and the thugs (A bay-BAY!) Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubs (A bay-BAY!) Ridin ln a 'Lac wit a mug! (A bay-BAY!) [repeat 2X] I'm in the club holl'n - a bay-BAY! A bay-BAY, a bay-BAY, a bay-BAY A bay-BAY, a bay-BAY - I'm in the club holl'n [Hurricane Chris] When I holla "a bay-BAY!," I finna get my groove on It's so hot up in the club, dat I ain't got no shoes on Holdin up a big stack of dem HUNNIDS in a rubberband Gurl don't ask me for no cash, cause I'm not dat other man Everybody trippin cause I'm limpin when I'm walkin and I'm pimpin when I'm talkin, I don't trick on chick dats talkin (nope) Dem boys in da back, dey be rollin up they dough-dy Then dey blow it till dey chokin' dats what go'lly cane talkin (yep!) And when I see a bad chick, I'm holl'n out, "A bay-BAY!" (A bay-BAY!!) I hope y'all ain't wit ya boi-friends cause I'on't care what dey say And I'on't care wat he say, or she say (nope) I'm in da DJ booth, takin pictures wit the DJ (yep) You wanna know what we say, when clubs get crunk? (what?) "A bay-bay, let it play, dat's my song, turn it up" (okay) You wanna know what we say, when clubs get crunk? (what?) "A bay-bay, let it play, dat's my song, turn it up" (okay) [Chorus] Now if you lookin for me, baby you can find me Bangin in da Chevy candy-painted swangin nine deep Ten cars creep wit my people right behind me I showed them my chain now she holl'n, "Boy you blindin me" I show my mouth piece to dem freaks now dey eyein me (yep) Oh you got a pro'lem well I hope you ain't tryin me Throw the car in park and then I reach under my seat Hop out with my hand under my shirt that's where dat iron be (wassup?) Yellow bone chirpin me she tryna see where I'ma be You gon' let me get up in yo mouth, well dats where I'ma be I don't pop trunk wit lights, dats where dey choppa be Straight to the hotel all the bad chick is followin me (c'mon) I know you like my style, I ain't trippin I'm just tryna see (yeah) Girl, is you drunk? Well, tell me why you leanin all on me? (dang!) And if you thankin I won't STUNT, you trippin (hahaha) I pull up in an Expedition wit the roof missin [Chorus] A bay-bay, let it play, dat's my song, turn it up (turn it up) I'm in the club hot, crunk, sweatin, burnin' up (I'm hot!) I'm bouncin thru the crowd buckin, and holl'n wassup and I done FELL out in the dance flo' and now I cain't get up (eh ha ha) J's on your feet, but you cain't get THESE - (nope) Louis Vuitton brown, white, and yellow - trick please! (yep) I'll go to St. Louis and let my "Chain Hang Low" (yea) Canary yellow diamonds mixed wit rose gold I shine real bright in the light because I'm a star Eight shots of Patrons now I'm standin on the bar Pro'ly get drunk as a skunk and put the keys in a wrong car Pro'ly get drunk as a skunk and put the keys in a wrong car [Chorus] [Repeat many times along with sped-up and slowed-down samples] A bay-bay, let it play, dat's my song, turn it up, hey! |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
Ay ay ay ay ay
hurricane and they hay hay hay hatin go live intertainment yea yea ay was up and they hay hay hay hatin ay ay ay ay this h0w im rockin ya heard meh [chorus] look at meh i got tha pants 2 match my shirt in tha club watch i do tha big merk im off tha chain and i am doin my thang 7x and watch me do tha rick james [verse 1] i got the pants 2 match my shirt fall up in tha club and watch me do tha big merk tell yo baby mama 2 stop callin my blowin up my phone when u aint home lay yo bed lay yo phone pocket full of green black lac wit tha laptop screen yea i got it in my ride had 2 go 2 china jus get tha rite kind i hit tha drink leanin 2 tha left side then i hit tha bank jus 2 get 2 check signed i hit tha drink leanin 2 left side then i hit tha bank jus 2 get tha check signed [chorus] pants that I got from Pakistan so expensive that they see me in tha club there go hurricane everybody wanna see me do tha rick james so I do tha rick james hold up my chain people stoppin jus 2 see watch me do my thing boppers boppin but they know I aint lame i got game plus i been makein change i bang poppin at yo brain flammable like propane 2x its goin down so pass me sum water hit my drink and she put ha mouth on my bottle [chorus] look at the pants that i hit for 650 but i ain't trippin though up in my glous and i bet you gone see expensive though from chicago i kill em with tha window on my feel but tha stain as ah you hataz im shinin in my diablo match tha pants and im real clean so drive slow she said she like tha way hurricane dress i said you putin rinkles in my shirt get off my chest on my shoes and i go bat bat bat bat back off in tha club and i be dope boi dope boi fresh take a look at my fist and i bet yooh gone give me my respect 2x [chorus] |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
[Verse 1]
I'm 18 in a s550 platinum on 22 inches Dem haters say they goin' back me Tell them haters come get with me I'm finna run tha game, these other rappers lame Only thing they rapping about is they watches and they chain I'm a beast with it, that's why I'm finna run da south I been listenin' to these niggas run they mouth but that's bout it though I'm cut throat, to the meat show And eyes fold lame niggas like a peep show Fake on me and watch how quick I hit yo block and get respect And I'm 51 50 so fake on me I break yo neck And whoever got a problem with somethin' da boy say Found out where dem boys stay I hop out in broad day Oh yea you got a vest then I'm goin for the face You heard about Louisiana boy that's where I stay You gotta be ready to go to war like everyday And if you ain't goin' come outside nigga that's just how we play Take a trip to my side that ain't cool that ain't straight So you come through stuntin' and get somethin' put in your face Man these rapper niggas full let me eat these niggas plate Man these rapper niggas full let me eat these niggas plate (like that huh) [Hook: x2] I guess that's the new fashion All of these rap niggas actin' like (acting like) It's me and I'm a make em quit rappin' I'm from Louisiana I ain't with that slick packin' (Yea) [Verse 2] Somebody tell me why most of these niggas actin' like hoes And the hoes in the game be realer than most niggas How many faces you got I mean ma nigga come on You be a different person everytime the tv come on Nigga that ain't real if you ask me they be fakin' Come cross me with that talk and I'll send you on a vacation Ma niggas from Louisiana ain't loss everything So they stay ready to cock choppers back and let em go bang (get em up) Blocka blocka big bang spittin' out dat big old thang Artillery by the pound shit that will blow up a train (pow!) Better stay in yo lane pop dat trunk and get that thang Put a beam on em and tell em make them nikes do they thang Why is the world infested with bodies rookies and pussys Grown ass man but dey act like dey got nookies Dey grown ass man but dey act like dey got nookies Niggas grown as man but dey act like dey got nookies (huh?) [Hook: x2] [Verse 3:] So what's hot out in the streets huh (huh?) You got a problem with a nigga but You handle all your problems over beats huh Nigga yous a beat punk You get yo ass straight stole, quick fast Play with us and you gon' sleep for months (Nigga you gon' sleep for months) Creepin' in this rear view mirror and raise dem heaters up Raise dat desert eagle up Wanna know the truth a lot of these niggas childish Hoppin' on dem tracks and really think dey wildin' I rep that L O U I S I A N A da state Where dey holla ay bay bay and keep a clip off in dey safe And these rappers, they actin' like faggots I feel like ice cube man these niggas need a daddy Pokin' out dey chest and always actin like dey bad While I'm snappin' like a pit ready to get off in dey ass 51 50 we ten toes deep like that You know me I keep dem lame ass niggas on blast! (like dat) (huh) [Hook: x2] |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Now turn me up a little Move Now turn me up a lil Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Booom Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Booom Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Booom Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Booom (Chorus) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Now Rick James wit it Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) One for the money, Two for the show Clap your hands if you got a bankroll One for the money, Two for the show Clap your hands if your money on the floor [Verse 1] Get me get that hand clap Let me get that hand clap, clap They pull me out the club cuz I ain know how to act But I ain really trippin? We finna sneak through the back And I got some like a grenade for them haters who wanna jack (Whooo-Whooo) And we going in my clique Yeah I shining like a light I get them diamonds on my wrist Let me get a hand clap, hand clap Lil momma breath stank so I told her bad back And payin?me some water so I can roll harder Slam on tha hater, like my name Vince Carter They looking at me crazy cuz I bounce around the club But I keep clapping my hands like I tryin?to kill a bug Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream Ain nobody in the club finna like me Plus I gotta G-G-Gorillas in black tees Make the whole club clap like it sum kind of disease (Chorus) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Now Rick James wit it Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) One for the money, Two for the show Clap your hands if you got a bankroll One for the money, Two for the show Clap your hands if your money on the floor [Verse 2] Well I hope you ain tired of clapping your hands Cuz we just got in the club I spent 75 dollars on this shirt just for the club Hell naw! I ain leaving! Let take the VIP with them chicks and get freaky Lil momma don believe me I showed her, I showed her I beat it out the frame, I told her I a beast And lil momma I Hurricane And now 50 want 50 staters shining on haters Jumping, stomping, hanging, clapping, knocking over the tables In a club, we get ratted until we fight Yeah I stunting in his face cuz I got a big bank Like big bank, hang Cuz my money don? fold Open up and blind them with a mouth full of gold Let me get a hand clap If you got that Hollaback And now I on my mind I think I need to be slapped Let me get a hand clap If you got that Hollaback And now I on my mind I think I need to be slapped Like that? (Chorus) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Now Rick James wit it Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) One for the money, Two for the show Clap your hands if you got a bankroll One for the money, Two for the show Clap your hands if your money on the floor [Verse 3] Now drop that beat Turn it up That too loud, mayne Turn it down Now turn it back up Put your hands up and make em?clap Cuz now we yawning If you wake, we make your hand clap Just stay at home You got a pocket full of money (ahhh) Oohh that wazzup Let me catch you by the bathroom You gone get snuck I rock that E-A-S-E-C-G I Hurricane And I S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E It what I claim And let me see you put your arm up And Rick James I get to clapping my hand like I finna going insane Lil momma wanna marry me Just give me sum brain I gripping, gripping the grain Let me see you Rick James One for the, one for the money Two for the show All ya haters better slow your roll Or you ain gotta chill I can make you chill at the backstop So security wont trip They'll think I'm doing the hand clap (Chorus) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Now Rick James wit it Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) One for the money, Two for the show Clap your hands if youe got a bankroll One for the money, Two for the show Clap your hands if your money on the floor |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
<i>[Chorus: x2]</i>
Why you walk like that Cause I walk like that I walk like that Why you talk like that Cause I talk like that I talk that Cause I talk like that Lil mama ask me why I walk like that Then she started hollin at me So I holla right back (like dat) She know I'm from ratchet city and I'm ballin She like the way I talk so she told me to keep talking I told her baby you could ride with a beast Walk with a g I'm a toss me a freak She whispered in my ear and said she used to be a stripped She took me in the bathroom pullin on my zipper I bent her over from the back and hit her with the missile I beeum beeum beeum and I didn't mean kiss her I beat it out the frame you know I'm hurricane Then I dipped off in the middle of the night in the range switchin lanes Go Live entertainment See the gold bangin Walk like that cause I talk like that I walk like that cause I talk like that All you out there fakin better chill out (hold up) <i>[Chorus: x2]</i> Why you walk like that? Cause I walk like that I walk like that Why you talk like that Cause I talk like that I talk like that Cause I talk like that Look at my pants Look at my shirt Look at my shoes Look at my feet I walk like that cause I talk like that I walk like that cause I talk like that You just said the same thang I just said the same thang I'm from Louisiana you could tell by the accent Well I'm a get in the doors on impalas with the phantom kits Pull up at the party hop out and get it started Plus I'm full of bicardi I think I'm getting nauseous Now I'm feelin retarded Looking for a broad to go get another broad And then I'm a get it stared Talk like I talk And when I walk I be mobbin And gun pumpin to get you stumped it ain't a problem <i>[Chorus: x2]</i> Why you walk like dat? Cause I walk like dat I walk like dat Why you talk like dat Cause I talk like dat I talk like dat Cause I talk like dat I walk like this cause there's a lump in my pants And when I hit the club they call me the money man I hit the V.I.P that when I spend a couple grand Then I walk on the floor with a couple stacks in my hand Lil mamma got to poppin and pullin all on my waist That's when I took my shades off and let her see my face The shirt that I got on the same brand as my cologne The same ratchets on my phone I can't help it I'm a dog I go harder than the average take a trip to paris 30in with candypaint on the volkswagon Pants stay saggin can't help it I'm just rachet Money make me happy hoes like my swag And I get it from my daddy black on black in that caddy Walk like dis cause I used to walk home But now I walk to the parkin lot to see I sit on chrome 26's yea I'm sittin on that chrome <i>[Chorus: x2]</i> Why you walk like that? Cause I walk like that I walk like that Why you talk like that Cause I talk like that I talk like that Cause I talk like that |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
Get yo hands out my hair girl...
Hurrican! (hurrican!) bang bang bang bang bang bang (beat it out the frame) Say lil mama... <i>[Chorus:]</i> And I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there <i>[Verse 1:]</i> When we got it perfect they try to holla just tell them get lost when you rubing yo body up on me girl I won't tell u to get off and I ain't fakin when you rubin yo hands through my hair got me fellin amazing yo thick thighs and yo pretty eyes got this yougnster body shakin who am I to tell ya you ain't got it goin on shakin what yo mama gave ya girl you bout to blow my dome from left to the right to the right to the left slow yo road girl cause this got to be bad for my health if I had to sacrafise about it part it I go dealth long as I can see yo bady with my eyes I don't care with a coke bottle shape got me pullin out my hair man that thang made me dizzy like a ride at the fair if a bopper wanna to fight she ain't sceard she got a pair she stand up for her man leave a bopper out of breath she a dime and she fine and she all of the above I'm a touch her while I cut her and beat it up in the tub <i>[Chorus:]</i> And I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there (ooh I like it like that ooh I like it like that Ooh I like it like that the way you gripin my legs holdin me down it's fellin so good I like it like that ooh) <i>[Verse 2:]</i> I can Touch you here and there relax take off yo underware hit you from the back and just smack it then I pull yo hair Baby I'm a beast with it I'm that hurricane and I know you heard about that way I beat it out the frame lil mama says she like my style and my swaggin how the see thru beads be hangin on my plaids she saw me on T.v and she ain't know how to act I turn the T.v off then I pulled the sheets back you kno me I'm a playa g I be up on my game I can slay you and touch you in places till you say my name I know you want me to touch you if not you in the game sit back relax get a drink get loose and do yo thang hit you in positions to make you pay attiontion to change it's the thoughts in my mersades that get triple xrated I'm a do the fool in it and I promise I ain't fakin but don't get it twisted baby cause you ain't havin my baby <i>[Chorus:]</i> And I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there (ooh I like it like that ooh I like it like that Ooh I like it like that the way you gripin my legs holdin me down it's fellin so good I like it like that ooh) <i>[Verse 3:]</i> Touch it like you ain't get enough for what we just did so I'm a rush you and beat till you say u want my kids I'm a dance in it say lil mama we call this the jigg and I go harder than any dude you done had that's the biz she lookin me up in my eyes I'm gripin her on the waist I got her whole body shakin while she look me in my face call yo friends and tell em you just got worked I'm a fool when I move up the skirts stick and move make it hurt <i>[Chorus:]</i> And I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there (ooh I like it like that ooh I like it like that Ooh I like it like that the way you gripin my legs holdin me down it's fellin so good I like it like that ooh) |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
<i>[Intro:]</i>
Ay ay ay ay ay hurricane ay ay ay ay I can't be wit you no more lil mama. <i>[Chorus:]</i> And that's why I'm leaving you Sick of everything that you put me through And I don't wanna be with you I'm sorry I can't be with you. And that's why I'm leaving you Sick of everything that you put me through And I don't wanna be with you I'm sorry I can't be with you. (ay this how it is) <i>[Verse 1:]</i> Lil mama I got love for yo ass, but you be trippin tho. I'm sick and tierd of how you trip when I speak to folks at the store. I told you my lil dog got hurt, we had beef, you told me nigga please, you probaly just with some freaks. Now see this just be what I'm talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris-agist. Hurricane it don't really matta hold me down, and that ain't wat you doin so you need to move around. I need somebody that's gon cook for me, fix my plate and rub my back. But all you do is fuss and fight, like you just don't know how to act. I'm sick and tired of hollerin, and fussin and fightin, ain't wit it, don't like it, don't do it, not likely. Lil mama I'm a pieces, you could neva be my wifey, you act like you don't like me unless I'm driving something pricey. <i>[repeat x1]</i> <i>[Chorus:]</i> And that's why I'm leaving you Sick of everything that you put me through And I don't wanna be with you I'm sorry I can't be with you. And that's why I'm leaving you Sick of everything that you put me through And I don't wanna be with you I'm sorry I can't be with you. <i>[Verse 2:]</i> (ay) Okay so know it's getting crucial. I feel like your comments useless. Nothing to it, but to do it, get your bags and get to it. Get outta my bed, get outta my room, get outta my house, get outta my life.And you can't come back and holla when you get your mind right, 'cause as far as I'm concerned you ain't got nothing I like. Need to keep on kickin and walkin the other way. Please stay outta my face, I ain't got nothing to say, but Ay Bay Bay I say that in every phrase. This supposed to be a sad song, but I said Ay Bay Bay. And I can't stand the way you act when people hang up in your face, what that got to do with me, that's your phone anyway. Why in the hell would I give them your number to catch myself up in my game, I am not lame, I got game, H-U double R - I to the Cane. So get your things hope on the bus you came, I think it's by time you swang.And do your thing evrything gon be okay, everything gon be okay. <i>[Chorus:]</i> And that's why I'm leaving you Sick of everything that you put me through And I don't wanna be with you I'm sorry I can't be with you. And that's why I'm leaving you Sick of everything that you put me through And I don't wanna be with you I'm sorry I can't be with you. <i>[Verse 3:]</i> Now baby how you gon play games with a beast like me. No matta what them otha dudes think they might be. I gots to be G till the day that I die. That's why you gotta leave I'm tired of tellin you bye. Get the hell up outta my sight, lil mama you think I'm lien, here some money for a cab hope you have a nice ride. Ratchet city we go live cut a chick loose with no ties. Now I'm on another mission with my money on my mind, constanly thinking of another way that I can go shine. And when I leave, I'm leaving with the doors suicide. And you betta be out my house when I get back, I ain't lien. <i>[Chorus:]</i> And that's why I'm leaving you Sick of everything that you put me through And I don't wanna be with you I'm sorry I can't be with you. And that's why I'm leaving you Sick of everything that you put me through And I don't wanna be with you I'm sorry I can't be with you. <i>[Music fades out]</i> |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
Ay, ay, ay
Say dis real rite here ya heard me Niggas jus' don't neva stop hatin', Ay [Chorus x2] I think somebody tryna do me somethin, (do something) cuz I can't sleep (do something) And I'm nervous when I eat, (do something) And I ain't even got no beef (do something) But it feel like I got beef (do something), cuz I ain't slept in a week (do something) And I ain't takin' a step outta my door without that heat (do something) [Verse 1] I think somebody tryna do me something, cuz I cant sleep My mama cooked a meal for me, but I Cant eat. Its too much shit on my mind, I can't stop thinkin' bout dyin', so whoeva cross that line, you gon get dat .45 My daddy jus' got home, but they jus' came and got my nigga, poor Victor Feelin got caught up wit two choppas and a pistol And I'm beginning to hate these rap niggas real fast Put my name on a track im gon come where you at and blast Just the other day I almost had to do a nigga He thought I was go fight him, but I wus gon shoot a nigga Now I know that sound fucked up, but I aint got no time Soon as you whip a nigga he jus' gon go get his iron, his nine, or his rugle, howeva he wanna do ya I ain't thinkin', I ain't talkin', I ain't boxing, ima shoot ya His nine or his rugle, howeva he wanna do ya I ain't thinkin', I ain't talkin', I ain't boxing I'ma shoot ya [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] I think somebody tryna do me something, I see him lookin' Come play me like a rookie, watch How quick I leave you shooken I hop outta the bushes wit that thang like surprise, and if you Try to run then that choppa knock off yo thighs La-la-la-la-la-la-la, take off I'll shoot off Yo tires Me an my clique be posted up on the block, what's yo sign (get em up), but back to the Subject of how these hataz wish me death, I peeped the way these niggas try to play me to the Left So I keep the "K" off in the trunk, I'm heated when I step, Cause beefin' ain't beefin' until You stop somebody breath And if we creepin, I'm creepin, bussin til it ain't nuthin left If we creepin', I'm creepin' bussin' 'til it ain't nuthin' left, like dat [Break x2] Do something, do something, do something, nigga do something Do something, do something, do Something, nigga do something [Chorus] [Verse 3] I remember one Sunday we hit the scene, it was packed, sittin' on 22's wit the paint wet black Me an my nigga he got my back, I got his back Dem hoes standing on top of the car shakin' cat We finna do a show, so we pull the truck to the back But when I hit the door, them niggas Ain't know how to act Dem hoes grabbin on my chain, pullin on my plaits Dey want me to take Em home and hit em from the back But when we got outside, them pussy niggas was hatin', actin' Like he wanna do me something but he fakin' I asked him what it was wit no fuckin' hesitation, One false move ima leave you shakin on the pavement I had a funny feeling that something was Going on, nigga wanna do me something cuz im ridin on chrome I had a funny feeling that something was going on, Nigga wanna do me something cause I'm ridin' on chrome [Chorus x2] |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
(feat. Big Poppa of Ratchet City & Bigg Redd)
[Hook: x10] Bang bang bang bang [Verse 1:] Watch me jump right out of my J's Soon I kick the can already the haters start to hate All eyes on me cause I'm wearing that rubbaband chain Ain't nobody up in here dancin but me how messed up is that mayne They playin that "A Bay Bay" and nobody be clapping they Hands mayne they hollin out make a circle for dollar boy He bout to do the merry-go I told'em we don't superman nomore I'm batman then supersoak that floor stop trippin and stop Tryna hate I'll be wearing these rainbow's I got Bapes, Yums and dem J's [Hook: x10] Bang bang bang bang [Verse 2:] Now watch me two step it out now watch Me get jiggy with it and then walk it out (ayyye) I'm doing my dougie (I'm fresh) know what I'm talkin bout? Ain't nobody feelin like breakdancing all up on that Floor I'm a do the pool palace then that shootout (Yahhh Yahhh!) Ooooh! crankin that dance and if It's that swing that rag I gots to have it put it in the air Cause stunttin is a habit lil' jessie, lil' dollar we Stacks On deck so all you haters don't hate and you gonna get knucked Out if you step on my new J's [Hook: x10] Bang bang bang bang [Verse 3:] Now lean with it then drop it low like a 64 Lean with it then drop it low like a 64 Now lean with it then drop it low like a 64 Lean with it then drop it low like a 64 Bapes, Yums, J's don't get a mark on my New shoes yo Bapes, Yums, J's don't get a Mark on my new shoes yo I said Bapes, Yums, J's don't get a mark on my New shoes yo Bapes, Yums, J's don't get a Mark on my new shoes yo or I'm a Super soak all up this floor [Hook: x10] Bang bang bang bang |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
15s in da trunk
4/12s in da trunk 4/10s in da trunk Since my 9s in da dash License plate rattling Bumper kit draging Trunk straight blasting Yeah I got that, I got that, I got that, I got that, I got that, I got that, I got that, I got that And it sounds like I got that, I got that, I got that, I got that, I got that, I got that, Yeah And it sounds like this I got that beat up in my trunk I got that beat up in my trunk I got that beat up in my trunk Yeah Yeah I got that beat up in my trunk I got that beat up in my trunk I got that beat up in my trunk Yeah Yeah I got that beat up in my trunk I got that beat up in my trunk I got that beat up in my trunk Yeah Yeah License plate rattling Bumper kit draging Trunk straight blasting Yeah Boom boom Blam blam That's what u hear when I'm coming So 15s in da trunk Got the license plate humming |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
(Hook: x2)
See this how playas rock See this how playas rock See this how playas rock See this how playas rock If I don't like the way she acting Then I'm a tell her bye How you goin play a playa You know how playas ride Game recognize game And I been running game alot Never get caught in my lie Cross my heart and hope to die See this how playas rock See this how playas rock See this how playas rock See this how playas rock (Verse 1:) Everythang was cool we was feeling each otha Chillin in the jacuzzi just water no bubbles You know me I keep it gutta Hit it until you studda Then she got there asking me questions Like she was undercover Like who was that lil chick that I let ride up in my ride I'm a pimp so it ain't nothing for me to think of a lie But I'd rather keep it real And tell her just how I feel Looky here if you see with with anotha chick Then it's just what it is You ain't my main dame I just beat you out the frame Baby I'm hurricane You gotta stay in yo lane Stick to the script of a pimp And follow my gutta rules And I u feel like u wanna leave Then do what you do Baby u think I'm goin cry Just becuz I lost you Everytime I loose one I bounce back with 2 How you think I got you Somebody got laid off I'm a pimp I pimp a chicken Until she get plaid out (Hook: x2) See this how playas rock See this how playas rock See this how playas rock See this how playas rock (Verse 2:) Say lil mama let me get up in it Betta make you wanna give it to me Like you never gave it up before And I bet I make you moan With my boys when I pull up in a rollz royce I know where to hit ro And I pull up fresh in the back And the mode real low low She can't see my eyes Everybody holla cuzya boy so blind And all I gotta do is get her in my ride Give me a million dollars and I can make it go live Let it be any chick in the world and I can make her mine Put her in the whip Now I'm feeling on her thighs Take a shot of patron And I'm feena go live And then she told me that she want me to cut her But she ain't want me to use no rubber (no rubber) I'm feeling like u tryna get me caught up No disrespect lil mama but that's just how I was brought up If I can't use protection when I cut Then it ain't no cut I can't picture me going in you raw That just ain't what's up Lil mama I'm a pimp And I will never get caught in my lie Cross my heart and hope to die Girl you know how playas rock (Hook: x2) See this how playas rock See this how playas rock See this how playas rock See this how playas rock And then she told me that she want me to cut her But she ain't want me to use a rubber (no rubber) (x2) |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
Intro(Nicole Wray): I love you momma, love you momma , love you momma,love you momma , love you momma ,love you momma ,ayyy
Chorus(hurricane Chris): momma i just wanna take the time out to say that if it was'nt for you i would'nt be here today and i apoligize for all the times i made you cry and all the times i made you hate and momma i just wanna say that everything i do i do for you my daddy the nearest to the family momma you know i love you and everything i do i do for you my daddy the nearest to the family momma you know i love you Verse(hurricane chris): Momma i just wanna take the time out to say aint no way i can forget what you did for me no way you raise me from a baby and plus i know i was bad so no women on earth could ever take your place and thats a fact i remember when you use to have to come sit in my class cause i aint know how to act thank you for beating my ass thats why i know how to act every morning i woke up there was a meal on my plate but i can see it in your face you was'nt straight and you and my daddy went yall seperate ways he stayed in my life just like he suppose to thats why i say he a cheat see my momma love me before i got my kids she told me what ever i turn out to be just keep it real and i know she worried bout me too momma im cool i got Chorus(hurricane Chris): momma i just wanna take the time out to say that if it was'nt for you i would'nt be here today and i apoligize for all the times i made you cry and all the times i made you hate and momma i just wanna say that everything i do i do for you my daddy the nearest to the family momma you know i love you and everything i do i do for you my daddy the nearest to the family momma you know i love you Verse(hurricane chris): Momma i apoligize for every virtual for anything i ever did i ever said that hurt you i had asthma when i was growing and i got real sick you close your eyes and prayed and cried more than a lil bit my cousin had me took me out and taught me how to mac you hated when i hung wit him cause he be chasin cats that broad fool but i never made no doubt in that no matter what happend i knew my family had my back and even though im out here living my life like im grown everyday i pick up the phone and i call home i say hey booy its sean that boy still trippin that boy crazy and i wish i could be home with ya i bet both of my grandmas in the kitchen cookin food if it wasent for them i probaly wouldent wentto school momma i love you in a way that i just cant explain your only child excuse me hurricane Chorus(hurricane Chris): momma i just wanna take the time out to say that if it was'nt for you i would'nt be here today and i apoligize for all the times i made you cry and all the times i made you hate and momma i just wanna say that everything i do i do for you my daddy the nearest to the family momma you know i love you and everything i do i do for you (Nicole wray + Hurricane chris):said you know said you know i need you in my life said you know your the only one i need in my life my daddy the nearest to the family momma you know i love you and everything i do i do for you my daddy the nearest to the family momma you know i love you |
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from Hurricane Chris - 51/50 Ratchet (2007)
Hurricane Chris - A Bay Bay Lyrics
{This Baby 3, everybody saiy, a bay BAY!!} *echoes* [Intro - Repeat 4X] A bay-BAY, a bay-BAY, a Bay-BAY [Chorus] You wanna know what we say in the club? (A bay-BAY!) White folks, gangstaz, and the thugs (A bay-BAY!) Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubs (A bay-BAY!) Ridin ln a 'Lac wit a mug! (A bay-BAY!) [repeat 2X] I'm in the club holl'n - a bay-BAY! A bay-BAY, a bay-BAY, a bay-BAY A bay-BAY, a bay-BAY - I'm in the club holl'n [Hurricane Chris] When I holla "a bay-BAY!," I finna get my groove on It's so hot up in the club, dat I ain't got no shoes on Holdin up a big stack of dem HUNNIDS in a rubberband Gurl don't ask me for no cash, cause I'm not dat other man Everybody trippin cause I'm limpin when I'm walkin and I'm pimpin when I'm talkin, I don't trick on chick dats talkin (nope) Dem boys in da back, dey be rollin up they dough-dy Then dey blow it till dey chokin' dats what go'lly cane talkin (yep!) And when I see a bad chick, I'm holl'n out, "A bay-BAY!" (A bay-BAY!!) I hope y'all ain't wit ya boi-friends cause I'on't care what dey say And I'on't care wat he say, or she say (nope) I'm in da DJ booth, takin pictures wit the DJ (yep) You wanna know what we say, when clubs get crunk? (what?) "A bay-bay, let it play, dat's my song, turn it up" (okay) You wanna know what we say, when clubs get crunk? (what?) "A bay-bay, let it play, dat's my song, turn it up" (okay) [Chorus] Now if you lookin for me, baby you can find me Bangin in da Chevy candy-painted swangin nine deep Ten cars creep wit my people right behind me I showed them my chain now she holl'n, "Boy you blindin me" I show my mouth piece to dem freaks now dey eyein me (yep) Oh you got a pro'lem well I hope you ain't tryin me Throw the car in park and then I reach under my seat Hop out with my hand under my shirt that's where dat iron be (wassup?) Yellow bone chirpin me she tryna see where I'ma be You gon' let me get up in yo mouth, well dats where I'ma be I don't pop trunk wit lights, dats where dey choppa be Straight to the hotel all the bad chick is followin me (c'mon) I know you like my style, I ain't trippin I'm just tryna see (yeah) Girl, is you drunk? Well, tell me why you leanin all on me? (dang!) And if you thankin I won't STUNT, you trippin (hahaha) I pull up in an Expedition wit the roof missin [Chorus] A bay-bay, let it play, dat's my song, turn it up (turn it up) I'm in the club hot, crunk, sweatin, burnin' up (I'm hot!) I'm bouncin thru the crowd buckin, and holl'n wassup and I done FELL out in the dance flo' and now I cain't get up (eh ha ha) J's on your feet, but you cain't get THESE - (nope) Louis Vuitton brown, white, and yellow - trick please! (yep) I'll go to St. Louis and let my "Chain Hang Low" (yea) Canary yellow diamonds mixed wit rose gold I shine real bright in the light because I'm a star Eight shots of Patrons now I'm standin on the bar Pro'ly get drunk as a skunk and put the keys in a wrong car Pro'ly get drunk as a skunk and put the keys in a wrong car [Chorus] [Repeat many times along with sped-up and slowed-down samples] A bay-bay, let it play, dat's my song, turn it up, hey! |
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from Hurricane Chris - Unleashed (2009)
Superstarr
Bow bow Bow bow bow Bow bow Bow bow bow Bow bow Bow bow bow Hurricane Bow bow Bow bow bow Bow bow Bow bow bow Bum bum bum Bum bum bum Bum bum bum Bum bum bum Superstarr (Chorus) She fine den a bitch, ass and her tits Thick in tha hips every nig want her Call her Halle Berry, Halle Berry Halle Berry, Halle Berry She walkin' like a model Hands on your knees Scrub the ground She ain't nothing but a tease Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry Hurricane Chris Well let's get ratchet Let's get ratchet Look at her prettier then Halle and thicker than Janet She say she like all of my club bangers I be jamming Told her to bust it open let me see whats really happenin' She the ship and I'm the captain I'm tha captain Booty bigger than the pussy be poaching, that make me happy And I'm all the way in your city I'm from Louisiana so you gotta show me how your City do it for that camera Make it drop and bring it back to the top I'm no amateur Girl you can give it to me it ain't nothing I can't handle She just got out of the shower smellin like a scented candle And I'll bend her bend her backwards have her sliding off tha mattress No moving no acting baby this is real action Beat it up so bad You be scared to walk past me I know your Halle Berry Baby there's no acting I beat it up so bad You be scared to walk past me for real (Chorus) She fine den a bitch ass and her tits Thick in tha hips every nig want her Call her Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) She walkin like a model (yup) Hands on your knees (ay) Scrub the ground She ain't nothing but a tease Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry Hurricane Chris Halle Berry you jazzy That's way past fine Girl you look like something that's s'posed to be on the dance line Incredible by the waist Plus sshe got a pretty face Even tho she got class she listen to UGK I'm finna flip her through traffic With tha top back of tha donk Girl I guarantee I can make you go numb numb numb numb I got enough bread to take me and you to London And back to America and all over the country She make me want to keep her close by Like a Sidekick She the type of chick that ain't gone never look sloppy I'm beat it out the frame Hurricane that's who I be You must be Halle Berry I don’t need to see your ID (Chorus) She fine den a bitch ass and her tits Thick in tha hips every nig want her Call her Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) She walkin like a model (yup) Hands on your knees (ay) Scrub the ground She ain't nothing but a tease Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry Superstarr Gone bob your head Gone work your shoulder Now what I just said girl do it on tha dick Age ain't shit I done got a lil older Me or you man baby girl take a pic (which one?) She so classy, she so jazzy Lil momma blow like a ref Do it on tha dick She don't need no help She say she got it She do it all by her self Do it, do it sick Get so fine like a god damn ticket Gave her a hickey In order for a nigga like me to spend cash You gotta bounce like shocks in your ass You, bed, ass, work Start, slow, faster Mr. Halle Berry Mr. Take your bitch Take her from the club to the car to the dick Superstar bitch (Chorus) She fine den a bitch ass and her tits Thick in tha hips every nig want her Call her Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) She walkin like a model (yup) Hands on your knees (ay) Scrub the ground She ain't nothing but a tease Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry) Halle Berry, Halle Berry |
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