Ludacris - Witcha Lookin Ass lyrics

[Eightball] Yo' lookin a**.. 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 n***as 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 a**, 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 a**, 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 a** [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 n***as 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 a**? Whattcha lookin at (Huh?) witcha lookin a**? Whattcha lookin at (What?) witcha lookin a**? Whattcha lookin at (Huh?) witcha lookin a**? Whattcha lookin at (What?) witcha lookin a**? Whattcha lookin at (Huh?) witcha lookin a**? Whattcha lookin at (Huh? What?) witcha lookin a**? Whattcha lookin at (Huh?) witcha lookin a**? [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 n***as 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 sh** y'all Eightball, Ludacris on the same song We gonna keep it goin on and on and on [Hook] 2x [Second Hook] Yeah mayne, I see you over there You and all them motherf**ers watchin Heh, witcha lookin a** All them hater-a** n***as I see you over there lookin I see you over there watchin b**h Witcha lookin a** 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 a**...