[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