Move Bi**h Lyrics - Put Yo Hood Up - Lil Jon & Eastside Boyz

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 bi**h, get out the way hoe 

Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe 

Move bi**h, get out the way hoe 

Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe 

[Lord Infamous] 

Nigga 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' bitch 

Straight take a hoe 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 hoe and lay low 

So say hoe, you just another stank hoe 

Trickin' on the dance flo' 

Lookin' kinda slutty though 

I'm all about my money hoe 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 

[Hook] 

[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 niggaz fall, I done seen niggaz 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, niggaz 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 

[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, God damn what you bitches say 

Nigga 

[Hook] 

[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 yo head busted ? two fuckin' bricks 

So get yo fire and dip hoe 

Cause a nigga gone off that Quevo 

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 guns for them young hoes 

We'll leave ya firm like a dildo 

All my niggaz 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 sluts 

Something kinda freaky like skinny hoe givin' up 

Maybe a nigga'll take the camp 

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 hoe 

Down the strip, Hennessy I sip on the low-low 

Hit me on my ? horn 

Can record, make a porn movie 

Don't be choosy with this nigga Juicy 

Ready to? 

[Chyna Whyte] 

What y'all know 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 till 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 

[Hook 2x's] 

[DJ Paul] 

I might not be the freshest nigga up in the club 

But shoulda seen when I walked in the hoes said "What the fuck" 

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'