Move Bitch Ludacris (Ft. I-20 & Mystikal)

[Chorus: 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
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

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Oh, no, the fight's out
I'm 'bout to punch your lights out
Get the fuck back, guard your grill
There's something wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drinking and busting too
And I been thinking of busting you
Upside your motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in (Aw, girl), they'll be more dead
Causin' confusion, disturbin' the peace
It's not an illusion, we runnin' the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? (No, nigga)
I'm doing a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck out of my way
I'm DUI, hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the fuck over