[*whistling*]
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Chorus 2x: Ludacris
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Move bitch, get out the way
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Get out the way bitch, get out the way
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Move bitch, get out the way
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Get out the way bitch, get out the way
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[Ludacris]
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OH NO! The FIGHT'S OUT
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I'ma bout to punch yo... LIGHTS OUT
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Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
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There's somethin wrong, we can't stay still
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I've been drankin and bustin' too
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and I been thankin of bustin' you
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Upside ya motherfuckin forehead
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And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo dead
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Causin confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
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Since not into lution, we run in the streets-a
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So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
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Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
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I'm doin a hundred on the highway
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So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
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I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
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and you about to get ran the FUCK over
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[Chorus]
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[Mystikal over second chorus]
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BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
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BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move
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Here I come, here I go
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UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move
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You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin crowd?
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Start that goddamn show, I'm comin through
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Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
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I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do
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Young and successful - a sex symbol
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The bitches want me to fuck em - true true
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Hold up, wait up, shorty
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"Oh aww wazzzupp? Get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin?"
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Sidelinin my fuckin business
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Tryin to get my paper, child support suin
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Give me that truck and take that rental back
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Who bought these fuckin T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
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No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
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But I'ma tell you like this bitch
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You better not walk in front of my tour bus
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[Chorus]
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[I-20 over second chorus]
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Bring it, get 'em
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2-0, I'm on the right track
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Beef, got the right mack
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Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
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We buyin bars out, showin scars out
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We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
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Grab the peels cuz we robbin tonight
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Beat the SHIT outta of security for stompin the fight
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I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris
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I'm sellin shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
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Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
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We on the dance floor, throwin bows, beatin up niggaz
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I'm from the DEC, tryna to disrespect DTP
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And watch the bottles start flyin from the VIP
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Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
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Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
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So move bitch, get out the way HOE
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All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
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So...
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[Chorus]
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[*whistling*]
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Move Bitch
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Disturbing Tha Peace |