Текст песни Ludacris f I-20, Mystikal - Word of Mouf
Ludacris f I-20, Mystikal - Word of Mouf слова песни
[*whistling*]Chorus 2x: LudacrisMove bitch, get out the wayGet out the way bitch, get out the wayMove bitch, get out the wayGet out the way bitch, get out the way[Ludacris]OH NO! The FIGHT`S OUTI`ma bout to punch yo... LIGHTS OUTGet the FUCK back, guard ya grillThere`s somethin wrong, we can`t stay stillI`ve been drankin and bustin` tooand I been thankin of bustin` youUpside ya motherfuckin foreheadAnd if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they`ll be mo` deadCausin confusion, Disturbin Tha PeaceSince not into lution, we run in the streets-aSo bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggersIs there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!I`m doin a hundred on the highwaySo if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my wayI`m D.U.I., hardly ever caught soberand you about to get ran the FUCK over[Chorus][Mystikal over second chorus]BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch outBITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, moveHere I come, here I goUH OH! Don`t jump bitch, moveYou see them headlights? You hear that fuckin crowd?Start that goddamn show, I`m comin throughHit the stage and knock the curtains downI fuck the crowd up - that`s what I doYoung and successful - a sex symbolThe bitches want me to fuck em - true trueHold up, wait up, shorty"Oh aww wazzzupp? Get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin?"Sidelinin my fuckin businessTryin to get my paper, child support suinGive me that truck and take that rental backWho bought these fuckin T.V.`s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?No, I ain`t bitter, I don`t give a fuckBut I`ma tell you like this bitchYou better not walk in front of my tour bus[Chorus][I-20 over second chorus]Bring it, get `em2-0, I`m on the right trackBeef, got the right mackHit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I`ll be right backWe buyin bars out, showin scars outWe heard there`s hoes out, so we brought the cars outGrab the peels cause we robbin tonightBeat the SHIT outta of security for stoppin the fightI got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and CrisI`m sellin shit up in the club like I work in the bitchFuck the dress codes, it`s street clothes, we all street niggazWe on the dance floor, throwin bows, beatin up niggazI`m from the Dec`, tryna to disrespect D.T.P.And watch the bottles start flyin from the V.I.P.Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya bodyGrab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the partySo move bitch, get out the way HOEAll you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0So...[Chorus][*whistling*]