[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]





[Thanks to likebuttah96@hotmail.com, izzy_198@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]