Move Bitch

Lyrics

[Intro: The Eastside Boyz] Here we come, here we come, ho, here we come Here we come, ho, here we come, here we come, ho, here we come Here we come, ho, here we come, here we come, ho, here we come Here we come, ho, here we come, here we come, ho, here we come [Chorus: The Eastside Boyz] Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Nigga, Three 6 Mafia burns like the southern territorial Leavin' a memorial page in editorial Winter wash yo' paint, cold front, clothes froze like scarecrow Leave 'em stiff and froze, the foes, they hiden like bowls of China snow Wanted see the costs-es of the bosses comin' to toss it Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses, leave ya dead in a closet Family wrecked from ya death-death, from ya early death Package some in jars, send it to a 4 star chef 'Cause I melt them with medicine A perscription called Teflon coating [Verse 2: J-Bo] Oh, there she go, old triflin' bitch Straight take a ho nigga, always out to lick And when shit is gettin' thick Out the door she split She straight slick But I'm slicker than that bitch gon' get So now move, bitch, get out the way, ho and lay low So say, ho, you just another stank ho Trickin' on the dance flo' Lookin' kinda slutty though I'm all about my money, ho, when I bump on yo stereo And everywhere I go, it's the same old shit Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so bitch, fuck this, now – [Chorus: The Eastside Boyz] Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho [Verse 3: Sean Paul] They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul) Slap the fuck out of each and all y'all (All y'all) I done seen niggas fall, I done seen niggas ball I done seen big girls shake with lil' bitty drawz (Bitty drawz) And uh, the other day this bitch got smacked in the jaw (In the jaw) I done seen a whole lot, niggas ain't seen what I saw (Yeah) I'm in it too deep, I could never come flaw (Come flaw) If ya talkin' bout that pistol, my nigga, you better draw Okay?! Always sayin' shit that I mean Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] What's up, motherfucka, what's up? Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up All these sissy ass hoes talkin' shit about this lady Why you tryin' to doubt me, baby? I'm the shit, you can't fade me Now look what done happened, we done hooked up with Eastside Boyz Bringin' noise Makin' moves like the fuckin' U-Haul boys Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you nigga Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but hits increase to bigger figures Nigga, don't play with the muthafuckin' don't-play lady On the way, goddamn, what you bitches say? Nigga [Chorus: The Eastside Boyz] Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho [Verse 5: Lil' Jon] Ah, Ah, Ahhhh-ha-ha-ha We comin' through like The Rock, bitch Knock you out yo motherfuckin' socks, bitch Droppin' bows like nothin' wrong, bitch Bitch I'll break yo motherfuckin' nose, bitch Didn't we tell yo ass to move, bitch Now your head is busting through the fucking bricks So get yo fire and dip, ho 'Cause a nigga gone off that Cuervo Why you still runnin' yo mouth, bitch? You must've not known who you fuckin' with We'll leave you dead in a fuckin' ditch 'Cause we runnin' with the Three Triple Six And them blunts for them young hoes We'll leave you fucked like a dildo Oh, her nigga doin' Fed time? We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron [Chorus: The Eastside Boyz] Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho [Verse 6: Juicy J] I'm lookin' for the thick butts Nothin' but the quick sluts Something kinda freaky, lightskinned ho givin' up Maybe a nigga'll take the cap Probably let her ride my lap Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, bitch, I'm on the map I'm the kinda nigga bro' push a 450, ho Down the strip, Hennessy, I sip on the low-low Hit me on my fog horn, can record, make a porn movie Don't be choosy with this nigga Juicy, where's the booty? [Verse 7: Chyna Whyte] To be part of this, you gotta be on some heartless shit And whether it's legal or dirty, I'ma ball regardless, trick And I don't give a fuck if you the tallest or the smallest bitch Don't none of you hoes know about this order shit Chyna Whyte, I live that street life And I ain't gon' be happy 'til I got my momma eatin' right Still the one to grip that motherfuckin' heater tight And I'm still tryin' to find a motherfuckin' key to life Ya heard me? [Chorus: The Eastside Boyz] Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho Move bitch, get out the way, ho Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho [Verse 8: DJ Paul] I might not be the freshest nigga up in the club But should've seen when I walked in, the hoes said "What the fuck" They saw me, VIP, in the VIP, y'all With these Rollies and these ropes, these hoes be wonderin' "Who are y'all?" We be steppin' no less than 30 deep and thinkin' we some stars My entourage spendin' no less than 80 G's on they cars If I took you to my crib, you probably wouldn't believe, or think I'm lying Check my SoundScan, ho, if I'm lying, I'm dying, bitch [Verse 9: Don Yute] And the way I comin', me fi fuck up this bombo-pussy rascal It's me name Don Yute and me nah go China It's all laugh, laugh, I'm the motherfuckin' cop And these all your nigga, you nah go get [bopped?] And me no give a fuck, who ah mash up the shot 'Cause me dump on me nigga and the gun from behind Babylon them set a trap, but me nah go get caught So what, you give me the cheddar, making block Glock pop