[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]
N***a, 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 n***a, 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 n***as fall, I done seen n***as 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, n***as 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***a, you better draw
Okay?! Always sayin' shit that I mean
Pelle Pelle, A-Town n***a 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 n***a
Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but hits increase to bigger figures
N***a, don't play with the muthafuckin' don't-play lady
On the way, goddamn, what you bitches say?
N***a
[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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a'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 n***a 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***a 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 n***a 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]
True vulture nuh man
Ratatat fuck unuh, understand It's Me Don Yute
With The Bummaclatt [?] Fucking pussyclott Man
N***a don't Give A Fuck About These Bloodclott
[?] [?] Gun From Behind Poppin [?]
Give Me A Cheddar Making Bumboclott Shots!
