Move B***h

[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 f**k 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 motherf**kin' 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 the streets So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers Is there a bumper on your a*s? NO NIGGA! I'm doin' a hundred on the highway So if you do the speed limit, get the f**k outta my way I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober and you about to get ran the f**k over [Chorus] [Mystikal over second chorus] BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move Here I come, here I go UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move You see them headlights? You hear that f**kin' crowd? Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through Hit the stage and knock the curtains down I f**k the crowd up - that's what I do Young and successful - a s*x symbol The bitches want me to f**k - true true Hold up wait up, shorty "Oh wazzzupp, get my d**k s*cked, what are yoouu doin'?" Sidelinin' my f**kin' bussiness Tryin' to get my baby child support soon Give me that truck and take that rental back Who bought these f**kin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that? No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a f**k 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, f**k the Belve and 'cris I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch f**k 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. f**k 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 motherf**kers make way for 2-0 So... [Chorus] [whistling]