0 Mystikal lyrics

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[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]

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