(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 fight�s out
I�ma �bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
There�s somethin� wrong, we can�t stay still
I�ve been drankin� and bustin� two
And i been thankin� of bustin� you
Upside ya motherfuckin� forehead
And if your friends jump in, ohhh gurrlll, they�ll be mo� dead
Causin� confusion, disturbin tha peace
Since not into lution�, we run in the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? no nigga!
I�m doin� a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
I�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! don�t jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? you hear that fuckin� crowd?
Start that goddamn show, i�m comin� through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I fuck the crowd up - that�s what i do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin�?
Sidelinin� my fuckin� bussiness
Tryin� to get my paper, child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin� t.v.�s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, i ain�t bitter, i don�t give a fuck
But i�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 �em
Too bad i�m on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, i�ll be right back
We buyin� bars out, showin� scars out
We heard there�s hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the peels cuz we robbin� tonight
Beat the shit outta security, we startin a fight
I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the belve and �cris
I�m sellin� shit up in the club like i work in the bitch
Fuck the dress codes, it�s street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin� bows, beatin� up niggaz
I�m from the d.e.c., tryin� to disrespect d.t.p.
And watch the bottles start flyin� 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]