[Chorus]
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
It's not an illusion, we runnin tha 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]

[Ludacris]
Darn it! Here comes the brawl.
In a moment I think I will probably smack you until you are unconscious.
Come back here and put your dukes up.
There is a serious problem and I can’t just let it go.
I have had a few cocktails and I have been doing a bit of partying.
And I have been contemplating hitting you
Right up along the side of your noodle.
And if some of your acquaintances try to help you out during the fight, then they will feel the pain of my wrath as well.
I can start a public disturbance and have everyone baffled.
It's not a joke, we are in charge.
So I’ll say goodbye to all of the women that want my money and women that just want to be around me because my status in the music industry.
There isn’t a bumper on your posterior, is there my black brother?
I am driving down the interstate going approximately 100 miles per hour.
And if you are abiding by the traffic law of driving an appropriate speed, please be so kind to move over into the right lane.
Because, like always, I am driving under the influence of alcohol and other substances and I am about to run you over.

[Chorus]

[Mystikal over 2nd Chorus]
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move

[Mystikal over 2nd Chorus]
You bad-mannered female. I won’t repeat myself more than necessary. Get the heck out of my way!

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 baby 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]

Im on my way, and now Im gone
Don’t jump, just move over
Do you see those headlights in your rear view mirror? Can you hear those people that I have with me?
Go ahead and start the show, I will be there very soon.
I will get up on the stage and get all of the women excited with my skills
I got the crowd excited the way that I am capable.
I am relatively young compared to the amount of success I have experienced. Plus, I am a sexy man.
Women desire having sexual relations with me, no lie.
Now just wait one second, cutie.
“Hey there friend. Me? Im just sitting here receiving some oral satisfaction. What are you doing right now?”
I am trying to get my business affairs taken care of.
I’m working on making more money. Soon it will be time to pay my monthly child support.
So, do me a favor and return the rental vehicle while I take back my own truck.
Now tell me something you crass and sassy lass: Who purchased these jewels and television sets?
Do I care-No!
But I will tell you this…
It would be in your best interest not to get in the way of my tour bus.

[Chorus]

[I-20 over 2nd 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 shit outta security for stoppin' tha 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]

[I-20 over 2nd Chorus]
I dare you to fight me! Get them!
It’s a shame that I am headed in the correct direction.
Meaty! I have the correct flashy man!
I will be right back; I have to go to the trunk and get something.
My friends and I are drinking so much that we are purchasing all of the liquor in the bar and showing off our scars.
Rumor has it that there are some loose women out there so my friends and I have decided to drive the fancy vehicles tonight.
I enjoy physically assaulting those that have be hired to provide safety and starting large bar room fights.
I have a bottle of some cheap liquor, rather than some fancy alcohol or expensive champagne.
I am distributing that stuff in the bar as if I was an employee rather than a patron.
Instead of dressing up and trying to impress other people in the club, I prefer to wear my normal street attire since I am from the streets.
My acquaintances and I are on the dance floor getting into more physical disputes with some other clientele.
I represent where I am from and I don’t have any tolerance from those that are natives of other areas.
Look out for the bottles that are falling from the VIP area.
Forget about the rap music for a minute, what would you say to a ménages trios?
Sometimes I enjoy busting up a party and start a battle.
So, I would recommend that you move your position to a place far from where I am.
And all of you out there that are effeminate and jerky move over for my group I-20.
So….

[Chorus] [Whistling]