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LIL JON and THE EAST SIDE BOYZ lyrics : "Move Bitch"

(feat. Chyna Whyte, Three 6 Mafia, Youngbloodz)
Here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we

come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we
come

Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we
come


[Hook - 2x's]
Move (*##$, get out the way hoe
$#&@ that %#@!, get out the way hoe

Move (*##$, get out the way hoe
$#&@ that %#@!, get out the way hoe


[Lord Infamous]
^!$$% Three Six Mafia burn inside the southern territorial
Leavin' a memorial page in editorial

When ? watch yo back go front ?? Scarecrow
Leave 'em stiff and froze my foes and hit 'em like Rose in China
snow

Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin' to toss it
Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses, leave you dead in a closet
Family recked from yo death-death, from yo early death

Packin' some in jars, sendin' two off for the chef
Cause I melt them with medicine
I'm perscription called death when ?


[J-Bo]
Oh there she go, old triflin' (*##$

Straight take a hoe ^!$$%, always out to lick
And when %#@! is gettin' thick
Out the door she split

She straight slick
But I'm slicker than that (*##$ gon' get
So now move (*##$, get out the way hoe and lay low

So say hoe, you just another stank hoe
Trickin' on the dance flo'
Lookin' kinda !@#%ty though

I'm all about my money hoe when I bump on yo stereo
And everywhere I go, it's the same old %#@!
Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so (*##$ $#&@ this now


[Hook]


[Sean Paul]
They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean
Paul)

Slap the $#&@ out of each and all y'all (all y'all)
I done seen ^!$$%z fall, I done seen ^!$$%z ball
I done seen big girls shake with lil' bitty drawz (bitty

drawz)
And uh, the other day this (*##$ got smacked in the jaw (in the
jaw)

I done seen a whole lot, ^!$$%z ain't seen what I saw (yeah)
I'm in it too deep, I could never come flaw (come flaw)
If ya talkin' bout that pistol my ^!$$% you better draw

Okay, always sayin' %#@! that I mean
Pelle Pelle, A-Town ^!$$% gotta come clean


[Gangsta Boo]
What's up mother$#&@a what's up
Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up

All these sissy $$# hoes talkin' %#@! about this lady
Why you tryin' to doubt me baby
I'm the %#@!, you can't fade me

Now look what done happened, we done hooked up with Eastside
Boyz
Bringin' noise

Makin' moves like the $#&@in' U-Haul boys
Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you
^!$$%

Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but hits increase to bigger
figures
^!$$% don't play with the mutha$#&@in' don't play lady

On the way, God damn what you (*##$es say
^!$$%

[Hook]


[Lil' Jon]
Ah, Ah, Ahhhh-ha-ha-ha
We comin' through like the Rock (*##$
Knock you out yo mother$#&@in' socks (*##$
Droppin' bows like nothin' wrong (*##$

(*##$ I'll break yo mother$#&@in' nose (*##$
Didn't we tell yo $$# to move (*##$
Now yo head busted ? two $#&@in' bricks
So get yo fire and dip hoe
Cause a ^!$$% gone off that Quevo

Why you still runnin' yo mouth (*##$
You must've not known who you $#&@in' with
We'll leave you dead in a $#&@in' ditch
Cause we runnin' with the Three Triple Six
And them guns for them young hoes

We'll leave ya firm like a !@(*
All my ^!$$%z doin' Fed time
We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron

[Hook 2x's]


[Juicy J]
I'm lookin' for them big butts
Nothin but them quick !@#%s
Something kinda freaky like skinny hoe givin' up
Maybe a ^!$$%'ll take the camp
Probably let her ride my lap
Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, (*##$ I'm on the map

I'm the kinda ^!$$% bro' push a 450 hoe
Down the strip, Hennessy I sip on the low-low
Hit me on my ? horn
Can record, make a !@$^ movie
Don't be choosy with this ^!$$% Juicy
Ready to?


[Chyna Whyte]
What y'all know to be part of this
You gotta be on some heartless %#@!
And whether it's legal or dirty, I'ma ball regardless trick
And I don't give a $#&@ if you the tallest or the smallest
(*##$
Don't none of you hoes know about this order %#@!

Chyna Whyte I live that street life
And I ain't gon' be happy till I got my momma eatin' right
Still the one to grip that mother$#&@in' heater tight
And I'm still tryin' to find a mother$#&@in' key to life
Ya heard me

[Hook 2x's]


[DJ Paul]
I might not be the freshest ^!$$% up in the club
But shoulda seen when I walked in the hoes said "What the
$#&@"
They saw me VIP in the VIP y'all
With these Rollies and the ? they be wonderin' "Who are

y'all"
We be steppin' no less than 30 deep and thinkin' we some
stars
My enterage 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 liein'
Check my soundscan hoe, if I'm liein' or dyin'

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