Ratchet Hurricane Chris (Ft. Boosie Badazz)

[Intro: Hurricane Chris]
You know you’re ratchet
(I ain’t no ratchet)
Man
(You got me fucked up, you know what take me home)

[Chorus: Hurricane Chris]
Aye, off top I’m a ratchet nigga
So you already know I’m getting ratchet with it
Cause everybody got some ratchet in 'em
Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em, ratchet in 'em
Everybody got some ratchet in 'em
Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em, ratchet in 'em
Everybody got some ratchet in 'em
Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em

[Verse 1: Hurricane Chris]
This for the nigga who be stunting in his baby momma car
Ran out of gas in his baby momma car
When his baby momma call he ain’t gon' answer the phone
Cause he know she gon’ tell him to bring your ratchet ass home
Tonight we going hard ‘till the lights come on
Tell the DJ “Play that Hurricane”, that’s my song
Took a break for a minute, now I’m back in my zone
And don’t nobody try to jack him cause he packin’ that chrome
In the club spending money, but I like beer do
That’s ratchet as hell, girl, shame on you
He done paid five hundred for the brand new Jay's
And had on the same clothes for the last two days
Your sister, brother, auntie, uncle
50 years old in the club with they youngsters
Your niece off of the leash
17, but be tellin’ people she 23
Damn, I’m just keepin’ G
Everybody got some ratchet in ‘em, even me
She know I hit her sister, but she still let me beat
I done done that shit so many times I can’t speak
Now that’s the definition of a real live freak
And I’m the definition of a real life beast
So drop it to the floor, bust it open, I want to see
The way she workin’ that pole I might just throw her a G