Feat. i-20, mystikal
[*whistling*]
Chorus 2x: ludacris
Move bitch, get out the way
get out the way bitch, get out the way
move bitch, get out the way
get out the way bitch, get out the way
[ludacris]
oh no! the fightand's out
iand'ma and'bout to punch yo...lights out
get the fuck back, guard ya grill
thereand's somethinand' wrong, we canand't stay still
iand've been drankinand' and bustinand' two
and i been thankinand' of bustinand' you
upside ya motherfuckinand' forehead
and if your friends jump in, andquot;ohhh gurrlllandquot;, theyand'll be moand' dead
causinand' confusion, disturbin tha peace
since not into lutionand', we run in the streets
so bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
is there a bumper on your ass? no nigga!
iand'm doinand' a hundred on the highway
so if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
iand'm d.u.i., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the fuck over
[chorus]
[mystikal over second chorus]
bitch! watch out, watch out, watch out
bitch! watch out, watch out, watch out, move
Here i come, there i go
uh oh! donand't jump bitch, move
you see them headlights? you hear that fuckinand' crowd?
start that goddamn show, iand'm cominand' through
hit the stage and knock the girlies down
i fuck the crowd up - thatand's what i do
young and successful - a sex symbol
the bitches want me to fuck - true true
hold up wait up, shorty
andquot;oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doinand'?andquot;
sidelininand' my fuckinand' bussiness
tryinand' to get my paper, child support soon
give me that truck and take that rental back
who bought these fuckinand' t.v.and's and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
no, i ainand't bitter, i donand't give a fuck
but iand'ma tell you like this bitch
you better not walk in front of my tour bus
[chorus]
[i-20 over second chorus]
bring it, get and'em
Too bad iand'm on the right track
beef, got the right mack
hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, iand'll be right back
we buyinand' bars out, showinand' scars out
we heard thereand's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
grab the peels cuz we robbinand' tonight
beat the shit outta security, we startin a fight
i got a fifth of the remy, fuck the belve and and'cris
iand'm sellinand' shit up in the club like i work in the bitch
fuck the dress codes, itand's street clothes, we all street niggaz
we on the dance floor, throwinand' bows, beatinand' up niggaz
iand'm from the d.e.c., tryinand' to disrespect d.t.p.
and watch the bottles start flyinand' from the v.i.p.
fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body
grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
so move bitch, get out the way hoe
all you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
so...
[chorus]
[*whistling*]
