[Chorus: Ludacris]
\nMove, bitch, get out the way
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way
\nMove, bitch, get out the way
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way
\nMove, bitch, get out the way
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way
\nMove, bitch, get out the way
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way
\n
\n[Verse 1: Ludacris]
\nOh, no, the fight's out
\nI'm 'bout to punch your lights out
\nGet the fuck back, guard your grill
\nThere's something wrong, we can't stay still
\nI've been drinking and busting too
\nAnd I been thinking of busting you
\nUpside your motherfuckin' forehead
\nAnd if your friends jump in (Aw, girl), they'll be more dead
\nCausin' confusion, disturbin' the peace
\nIt's not an illusion, we runnin' the streets
\nSo bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers
\nIs there a bumper on your ass? (No, nigga)
\nI'm doing a hundred on the highway
\nSo if you do the speed limit, get the fuck out of my way
\nI'm DUI, hardly ever caught sober
\nAnd you about to get ran the fuck over
\n
\n[Chorus: Ludacris & Mystikal]
\nMove, bitch, get out the way
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way
\nMove, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, watch out)
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, bitch)
\nMove, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, watch out)
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, bitch)
\nMove, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, watch out)
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, tch, woof)
\n
\n[Verse 2: Mystikal]
\nHere I come, here I go, uh-oh, don't jump, bitch, move
\nYou see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd? Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
\nHit the stage and knock the curtains down, I fuck the crowd up, that's what I do
\nYoung and successful, a sex symbol, now bitches want me to fuck 'em, true, true
\nHold up, wait up, shorty, oh, oh, what's up? Getting my dick sucked, what are you doing?
\nBesides minding my fuckin' business, trying to get my paper, child support suing
\nGive me that truck and take that rental back
\nWho bought these fucking TVs and the jewelry? Bitch, tell me that
\nNo, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
\nBut I'ma tell you like this, bitch, you better not walk in front of my tour bus
\n
\n[Chorus: Ludacris & I-20]
\nMove, bitch, get out the way
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way
\nMove, bitch, get out the way
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way
\nMove, bitch, get out the way (Bring it)
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way (Get 'em)
\nMove, bitch, get out the way
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way
\n
\n[Verse 3: I-20]
\n2-0, I'm on the right track
\nBeef, got the right mack
\nHit the trunk, grab the pump, punk, I'll be right back
\nWe buying bars out, showing scars out
\nWe heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
\nCall up Tit, grab the pills 'cause we poppin' tonight
\nBeat the shit outta security for stoppin' the fight
\nI got a fifth of the Remy, fuck that Belve' and Cris'
\nI'm selling shit up in the club like I work in that bitch
\nFuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggas
\nWe on the dance floor, throwing 'bows, beating up niggas
\nI'm from the Dec', try to disrespect DTP
\nAnd watch the bottles start flying from the VIP
\nFuck this rap shit, we clap, bitch, two in your body
\nGrab your four, start a fight, dog, ruin the party
\nSo move, bitch, get out the way, ho
\nAll you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0, so
\n
\n[Chorus: Ludacris]
\nMove, bitch, get out the way
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way
\nMove, bitch, get out the way
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way
\nMove, bitch, get out the way
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way
\nMove, bitch, get out the way
\nGet out the way, bitch, get out the way
\n
\n[Instrumental Outro]\n\n
