hurricane, Oh there is nowhere you can hide, Waiting for the hurricane, Oh there is nowhere you can hide, Waiting for the hurricane, Oh oh, waiting for the hurricane
The Storm of the Century (the 1935 Labor Day hurricane song) Words and music by Chris Foster © January 9th 2003. The keys are the islands along Florida
(feat. Mario & Plies) [Mario:] Meet me in bed girl, Goin all wild fuckin like it's goin outta style We be like yeah (girl), gettin all loud fuckin like
feat. Nicole Wray) [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
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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
get freaky Lil momma don't believe me I showed her, I showed her I beat it out the frame, I told her I'm a beast And lil momma I'm Hurricane And
[Verse 1:] I'm 18 in a s550 platinum on 22 inches Dem haters say they gon back me Tell dem haters come get with me I'm fenna run da game, these other
(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
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
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
Hard With Hurricane Chris on Girl Humpin witch Is makin the bed Jump Hard} [Hurricane Chris:] Hollin: I'm so hard Oooh! [Girl:] Uuum [Hurricane Chris:] Shit! [Girl:] Get It [Hurricane Chris
[Hurricanes words behind the beginning beat] 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
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
Get yo hands out my hair girl... Hurrican! (hurrican!)bang bang bang bang bang bang(beat it out the frame) Say lil mama... [Chorus:] And I can touch
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
probaly wouldent went to school momma I love you in a way that I just can't explain your only child Chris Dooley, Hurricane [Chorus: Hurricane Chris]
(feat. Big Poppa & Bigg Redd) Ay Bay Bay(Ay) [X3] Ay Bay Bay(Ay) [X3] Ay Bay Bay(Ay) [X3] Ay Bay Bay(Ay) [X3] [Chorus:] You Wanna Know Wat We