(feat. Ludacris)



[Eightball]

Yo' lookin ass.. hehehe!



Yeah...

Open my mind, look, tell me what you see

Hurt, pain, that I gained from the streets

It's a dirty game, but it won't change me

Cause.. I don't like

Hollywood niggaz who like to act fly

Your flows don't impress me, I ain't gon' lie

You know who the best be, that be I...

We can, take it, straight to the streets dog

Everybody gon' run when the heat go

Like rain through ya big-body window

You didn't know? YO...

Wait a minute, I roll with the slab dog J-Core

Eight Ways, P-Tab y'all

You can call me, Fat Boy or Big Ball

Whatever dawg...



[Hook: Ludacris]

Shhhit! Witcha lookin ass, so fly (So fly)

That's why we stake so high (So high)

And when we ridin by (Go by)

All the hoes just stop...

Shhhit! Witcha lookin ass, oh no (Oh no)

Big 'lacs Ca-price on gold (On gold)

That's how them gangstas roll (We roll)

All the hoes just stop...

Shhhit! Witcha lookin ass



[Eightball]

Yo, I got heat like sunrays

Burn everything up in the whole place

Wanna say somethin to me, say it to my face

Aye aye...

Yo, will the girls get crunk when I get the mic

Will the niggaz get buck enough to start a fight

I don't know, but I know my flow's so tight

You know I'm right...

Hold up, I'm a ghetto superstar you know

Everywhere we go, they know who we are, you know

You can catch a player chillin at the bar, you know

I'ma be like whoa...

Fulla Grey Goose, all in a chick face

Pretty face, big hips, with a little waist

Wanna see if I can take her to my new place

What's the deal...



[Hook]



[Second Hook:  Eightball]

Whattcha lookin at, witcha lookin ass?

Whattcha lookin at (Huh?) witcha lookin ass?

Whattcha lookin at (What?) witcha lookin ass?

Whattcha lookin at (Huh?) witcha lookin ass?

Whattcha lookin at (What?) witcha lookin ass?

Whattcha lookin at (Huh?) witcha lookin ass?

Whattcha lookin at (Huh? What?) witcha lookin ass?

Whattcha lookin at (Huh?) witcha lookin ass?



[Eightball]

Lemme see ya put ya hands in the air mayne

So high, got me lookin out for airplanes

When it come to this, I'ma do the damn thang

Mayne...

Lemme see ya getcha hands in the air y'all

Ain't but the square niggaz on the wall

Who want a lyrical brawl with the Big Ball

I don't think so, yo, yo

Lemme see ya put ya hands in the sky whodi

Get crunk if ya wanna get high whodi

If you do then you know you my whodi

I'm tell you like this...

We got it goin real on all night long

Full of Patrone in my Sean John shit y'all

Eightball, Ludacris on the same song

We gonna keep it goin on and on and on



[Hook x2]



[Second Hook]



Yeah mayne, I see you over there

You and all them motherfuckers watchin

Heh, witcha lookin ass

All them hater-ass niggaz

I see you over there lookin

I see you over there watchin bitch

Witcha lookin ass

All you hoes, I see you over there lookin

When I file through the place,

with them players sittin on them thangs

I see you witcha lookin ass..