Move Bitch (1973)

Move, bitch, get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

I said move, bitch, get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh no

The fight's out (whoa, whoa)

I'm'bout to punt your lights out (whoa, whoa)

Get the fuck back, guard your grill

There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still

Mmm, I been drinkin' and bussin' too (bussin' too)

And I been thinkin' I'm bossin' you (bossin' you)

Upside your motherfuckin' forehead (yes Lord)

Upside your motherfuckin' forehead

And if your friends jump in (oh girl)

There'll be more dead

Causing confusion

Disturbing the peace

It's not an illusion

We running the streets

So bye bye to all you groupies and gold diggers

Is there a bumper on your ass? (Gold diggers)

I'm doing a hundred on the highway

So if you do the speed limit

Get the fuck out of my way

I'm DUI hardly ever caught sober

And you about to get ran the fuck over

Move bitch, get out the way

Get out the way bitch, get out the way

I said, move bitch, get out the way

Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (get, get out the way)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, get out the way

I said move bitch, get out the way, get out the way bitch, get out the way

I said move bitch, get out the way, get out the way bitch, get out the way (move)