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)