Move b*tch 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 b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
n*gga, 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' b*tch
Straight take a ho n*gga, always out to lick
And when sh*t is gettin' thick
Out the door she split
She straight slick
But I'm slicker than that b*tch gon' get
So now move, b*tch, get out the way, ho and lay low
So say, ho, you just another stank ho
Trickin' on the dance flo'
Lookin' kinda sl*tty though
I'm all about my money, ho, when I bump on yo stereo
And everywhere I go, it's the same old sh*t
Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so b*tch, f*ck this, now –

[Chorus: The Eastside Boyz]
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho
f*ck that sh*t, 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 f*ck out of each and all y'all (All y'all)
I done seen n*ggas fall, I done seen n*ggas ball
I done seen big girls shake with lil' bitty drawz (Bitty drawz)
And uh, the other day this b*tch got smacked in the jaw (In the jaw)
I done seen a whole lot, n*ggas 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 n*gga, you better draw
Okay?! Always sayin' sh*t that I mean
Pelle Pelle, A-Town n*gga gotta come clean
[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]
What's up, motherf*cka, what's up?
Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up
All these sissy ass hoes talkin' sh*t about this lady
Why you tryin' to doubt me, baby?
I'm the sh*t, you can't fade me
Now look what done happened, we done hooked up with Eastside Boyz
Bringin' noise
Makin' moves like the f*ckin' U-Haul boys
Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you n*gga
Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but hits increase to bigger figures
n*gga, don't play with the muthaf*ckin' don't-play lady
On the way, goddamn, what you b*tches say?
n*gga

[Chorus: The Eastside Boyz]
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!

[Verse 5: Lil' Jon]
Ah, Ah, Ahhhh-ha-ha-ha
We comin' through like The Rock, b*tch
Knock you out yo motherf*ckin' socks, b*tch
Droppin' bows like nothin' wrong, b*tch
b*tch I'll break yo motherf*ckin' nose, b*tch
Didn't we tell yo ass to move, b*tch
Now your head is busting through the f*cking bricks
So get yo fire and dip, ho
'Cause a n*gga gone off that Cuervo
Why you still runnin' yo mouth, b*tch?
You must've not known who you f*ckin' with
We'll leave you dead in a f*ckin' ditch
'Cause we runnin' with the Three Triple Six
And them blunts for them young hoes
We'll leave you f*cked like a dildo
Oh, her n*gga doin' Fed time?
We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron!
[Chorus: The Eastside Boyz]
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!

[Verse 6: Juicy J]
I'm lookin' for the thick butts
Nothin' but the quick sl*ts
Something kinda freaky, lightskinned ho givin' up
Maybe a n*gga'll take the cap
Probably let her ride my lap
Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, b*tch, I'm on the map
I'm the kinda n*gga 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 n*gga Juicy, where's the booty?

[Verse 7: Chyna Whyte]
To be part of this, you gotta be on some heartless sh*t
And whether it's legal or dirty, I'ma ball regardless, trick
And I don't give a f*ck if you the tallest or the smallest b*tch
Don't none of you hoes know about this order sh*t
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 motherf*ckin' heater tight
And I'm still tryin' to find a motherf*ckin' key to life
Ya heard me?!

[Chorus: The Eastside Boyz]
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!
Move b*tch, get out the way, ho!
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way, ho!

[Verse 8: DJ Paul]
I might not be the freshest n*gga up in the club
But should've seen when I walked in, the hoes said "What the f*ck!"
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, b*tch!

[Verse 9: Don Yute]
True vulture nuh man
Ratatat f*ck unuh, understand It's Me Don Yute
With The Bummaclatt [?] f*cking pus*yclott Man
n*gga don't Give A f*ck About These Bloodclott
[?] [?] Gun From Behind Poppin [?]
Give Me A Cheddar Making Bumboclott Shots!