[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] 2x
  
  [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...