Ludacris - Move ***** Lyrics
(feat. i-20, mystikal)[whistling][chorus 2x: ludacris]Move *****, get out the wayGet out the way *****, get out the wayMove *****, get out the wayGet out the way *****, get out the way[ludacris]Oh no! the fights outIma bout to punch yo...lights outGet the ***** back, guard ya grillTheres somethin wrong, we cant stay stillIve been drankin and bustin twoAnd I been thankin of bustin youUpside ya mother*****in foreheadAnd if your friends jump in, ohhh gurrlll, theyll be mo deadCausin confusion, disturbin tha peaceSince not into lution, we run in the streetsSo bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggersIs there a bumper on your ass? no nigga!Im doin a hundred on the highwaySo if you do the speed limit, get the ***** outta my wayIm d.u.i., hardly ever caught soberAnd you about to get ran the ***** over[chorus][mystikal over second chorus]*****! watch out, watch out, watch out*****! watch out, watch out, watch out, moveHere I come, there I goUh oh! dont jump *****, moveYou see them headlights? you hear that *****in crowd?Start that goddamn show, Im comin throughHit the stage and knock the girlies downI ***** the crowd up - thats what I doYoung and successful - a sex symbolThe *****es want me to ***** - true trueHold up wait up, shortyOh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin?Sidelinin my *****in bussinessTryin to get my paper, child support soonGive me that truck and take that rental backWho bought these *****in t.v.s and jewelry *****, tell me that?No, I aint bitter, I dont give a *****But ima tell you like this *****You better not walk in front of my tour bus[chorus][i-20 over second chorus]Bring it, get emToo bad Im on the right trackBeef, got the right mackHit the trunk, grab the pump pump, Ill be right backWe buyin bars out, showin scars outWe heard theres hoes out, so we brought the cars outGrab the peels cuz we robbin tonightBeat the shit outta security, we startin a fightI got a fifth of the remy, ***** the belve and crisIm sellin shit up in the club like I work in the ********** the dress codes, its street clothes, we all street niggazWe on the dance floor, throwin bows, beatin up niggazIm from the d.e.c., tryin to disrespect d.t.p.And watch the bottles start flyin from the v.i.p.***** this rap shit, we clap *****, two in your bodyGrab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the partySo move *****, get out the way hoeAll you faggot mother*****ers make way for 2-0So...[chorus][whistling]
