Ludacris Move B***h (Feat. Mystikal And I-20) Lyrics

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[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___ 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 m_________in' 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 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___ outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the f___ over

[Chorus]

[Mystikal over second chorus]
b____! Watch out, watch out, watch out
b____! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move

Here I come, here I go
UH OH! Don't jump b____, move
You see them headlights? You hear that f___in' crowd?
Start that g______ show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I f___ the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and successful - a s__ symbol
The b____es want me to f___ - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
"Oh wazzzupp, get my d___ sucked, what are yoouu doin'?"
Sidelinin' my f___in' bussiness
Tryin' to get my baby child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these f___in' T.V.'s and jewelry b____, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a f___
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 pills cuz we poppin tonight,
Beat the s___ outta security for stoppin' tha fight
I got a fifth of the remy, f___ the Belve and 'cris
I'm sellin' s___ up in the club like I work in the b____
f___ 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___ 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 m_________ers make way for 2-0
So...

[Chorus]

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