ترانه:
Hurricane Chris 51 50 Ratchet

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

Ay, ay, ay. Say dis real rite here ya heard me. Niggas jus don't neva stop hatin, Ay. [Chorus 2x] I think somebody tryna do me somethin, (do something

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

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]

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

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

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 Say In Da Club (Ay Bay Bay) White Folks