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[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 It's not an illusion,
we runnin tha 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 baby 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
pills cuz we poppin tonight, Beat the shit outta security for stoppin' tha
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]
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