[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 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
    [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! 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
    [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 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]