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
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[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 curtains 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
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[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
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