LUDACRIS & MYSTIKAL Move bich Lyrics

[chorus 2x: ludacris]

Move b____, get out the way
Get out the way b____, get out the way
Move b____, get out the way
Get out the way b____, 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
Since not into lution', we run in the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a b__per on your a__? no n____!
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]
b____! watch out, watch out, watch out
b____! watch out, watch out, watch out, move

Here I come, there I go
Uh oh! don't jump b____, move
You see them headlights? you hear that f**kin' crowd?
Start that g______ show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I f**k the crowd up - that's what I do

Young and successful - a s__ symbol
The b____es want me to f**k - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
"oh wazzzupp, get my d___ sucked, what are yoouu doin'? "
Sidelinin' my f**kin' bussiness
Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these f**kin' t.v.'s and jewelry b____, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a f**k
But i'ma tell you like this b____
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 'cause we robbin' tonight
Beat the s___ outta security, we startin a fight
I got a fifth of the remy, f**k the belve and 'cris
I'm sellin' s___ up in the club like I work in the b____
F**k the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street n____z
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up n____z
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 s___, we clap b____, two in your body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move b____, get out the way hoe
All you f__got motherf**kers make way for 2-0
So...

[chorus]