Ludacris

(feat. i-20, mystikal)
[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 fights out
Ima bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
Theres somethin wrong, we cant stay still
Ive been drankin and bustin two
And I been thankin of bustin you
Upside ya motherfuckin forehead
And if your friends jump in, "ohhh gurrlll", theyll 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!
Im doin a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
Im 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! dont jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? you hear that fuckin crowd?
Start that goddamn show, Im comin through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I fuck the crowd up - thats what I do