Hmm driving music you say? Try bumping this in a traffic jam or packed parking lot
Artist: Ludacris
Album: Word of Mouf
Title: Move Bitch
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 fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the fvck 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 motherfvckin' 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 awesome dude!
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fvck outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the fvck 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 fvckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I fvck the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fvck - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
"Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fvckin' bussiness
Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fvckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fvck
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 ish outta security, we startin a fight
I got a fifth of the remy, fvck the Belve and 'cris
I'm sellin' ish hit up in the club like I work in the bitch
fvck 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.
fvck this rap ish, 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 lovely human motherfvckers make way for 2-0
So...
[Chorus]
[*whistling*]