[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 

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[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 

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[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]