Three 6 Mafia - What Cha Starin At lyrics

* second single (DJ Paul, Juicy J, & Frayser Boy in studio thinking up hook, beat in background) What'cha starin' at? I'm not a mirror What'cha starin' at? I'm not a mirror What'cha starin' at? I'm not a mirror What'cha starin' at son? What'cha starin' at? (Yeah, we got it!) What'cha starin' at son? What'cha starin' at? (Beat starts, Intro, Lil Jon) Yeah, I see ya p**y n***a (I see ya) I see all y'all p**y n***as! (I see y'all f** n***as!) Checkin' us out and sh** (Yeah!) n***a always wanna hate on a motherf**in' n***a (Always f**in' hatin) Cause a n***a got these ho's, ya know I'm talkin' bout? (I got 'em all) Got these five golds in my mouth (Yean' know!?) Smokin' that good weed And I got plenty motherf**in money! (DJ Paul) Project Pat! Three 6 Mafia! Lil Jon! Hypnotize Minds! (Hook, Lil Jon) What'cha starin' at!? I ain't a mirror! (What'chu lookin' at!?) What'cha starin' at!? I ain't a mirror! (What'chu lookin' at!?) What'cha starin' at, n***a What'cha starin' at!? (What'chu starin' at!?) What'cha starin' at, n***a What'cha starin' at!? (What'chu starin' at!?) What'cha starin' at!? I ain't a mirror! (What'chu lookin' at!?) What'cha starin' at!? I ain't a mirror! (What'chu lookin' at!?) What'cha starin' at, n***a What'cha starin' at!? (What'chu starin' at!?) What'cha starin' at, n***a What'cha starin' at!? (What'chu starin' at!?) (Verse 1, Project Pat) Project Pat-ah Pistol pack-ah Skull crack-ah In the V.I.P, buyin' Goose like a trap-ah Green smoke-ah Purple Kush blunt roll-ah Always needin' change, I'm a big-face fold-ah Dope holdin' Fourty-four is enforcin' A punk tried me once Flippin' baileys like a horse-man What'cha lookin' at boy? As I'm walkin' by In the club, in my face Bout to blow my high Pop the pill While you muggin, I'm groovin 'Less you wanna die My n***a, keep it movin' Cause we shoot first And ask questions la-terrr Have ya skull leakin' Like a busted tomat-errr (Hook) (Verse 2, Juicy J) Err'body in my clique, we dra-a-ank Err'body in my clique, got ba-a-ank Err'body in my clique, we ba-a-all Gold teeth n***as comin' straight from North No-o-orth "Everyday We Hustlin", just like Rick Ro-o-oss Err'day we strugglin, and err'day we sno-o-ort These n***as can't f** wit' my hood, we de-e-eep The last thing ya see, is the bottom of my fe-e-eet (DJ Paul) Now let the fame begin I'm born and bred off in the City of Sin The dirty dime, whoadi, Memphis Ten When my n***as get dough Stuff the white up they nose Take the kush, break down Sprinkle in Cigarillos When my homies ride high, wit' the bump Err-eh, bad sometimes might ride wit' a body, err-eh Back, then we clinged in the club Outside ain't jokin' In the parkin' lot, outcomes, what'cha smokin? (Hook)