Ludacris — Move Bitch

[Chorus: 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 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 [Verse 1: Ludacris] Oh no! The fight's out I'm 'bout to punch your lights out Get the fuck back, guard your grill There's something wrong, we can't stay still I've been dranking and busting too And I been thanking of busting you Upside your motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in (Aw, girl!), they'll be mo' dead Causing confusion, Disturbin' Tha Peace It's not an illusion, we runnin' the streets So, bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers Is there a bumper on your ass? (No, nigga!) I'm doing a hundred on the highway So, if you do the speed limit, get the fuck out of my way! I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober And you about to get ran the fuck over [Chorus: Ludacris & Mystikal] Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way Move, bitch! Get out the way (Watch out, watch out) Get out the way, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, bitch!) Move, bitch! Get out the way (Watch out, watch out) Get out the way, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, bitch!) Move, bitch! Get out the way (Watch out, watch out) Get out the way, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, chii! Roow!) [Verse 2: Mystikal] Here I come, here 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 Now bitches want me to fuck 'em — true, true Hold up, wait up, shorty Oh what's up, getting my dick sucked, what are you doing? Besides minding my fuckin' business Trying to get my paper, child support suing Give me that truck and take that rental back Who bought these fucking TV's and the 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: Ludacris & I-20] 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 Move, bitch! Get out the way (40!) Get out the way, bitch, get out the way (Dia) Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way [Verse 3: I-20] 2-0, I'm on the right track Beef, got the right mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back We buying bars out, showing scars out We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out Grab the pills 'cause we popping tonight Beat the shit outta of security for stopping the fight I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris I'm selling shit up in the club like I work in that bitch Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggas We on the dance floor, throwing bows, beating up niggas I'm from the Dec', try to disrespect D.T.P. And watch the bottles start flying from the V.I.P. Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party So move bitch, get out the way ho All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0 [Chorus: 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 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 [Instrumental Outro]