Текст песни Eightball f Ludacris - Almost Famous
Eightball f Ludacris - Almost Famous слова песни
[Eightball]Yo` lookin ass.. hehehe!Yeah...Open my mind, look, tell me what you seeHurt, pain, that I gained from the streetsIt`s a dirty game, but it won`t change meCause.. I don`t likeHollywood niggaz who like to act flyYour flows don`t impress me, I ain`t gon` lieYou know who the best be, that be I...We can, take it, straight to the streets dogEverybody gon` run when the heat goLike rain through ya big-body windowYou didn`t know? YO...Wait a minute, I roll with the slab dog J-CoreEight Ways, P-Tab y`allYou can call me, Fat Boy or Big BallWhatever 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 sunraysBurn everything up in the whole placeWanna say somethin to me, say it to my faceAye aye...Yo, will the girls get crunk when I get the micWill the niggaz get buck enough to start a fightI don`t know, but I know my flow`s so tightYou know I`m right...Hold up, I`m a ghetto superstar you knowEverywhere we go, they know who we are, you knowYou can catch a player chillin at the bar, you knowI`ma be like whoa...Fulla Grey Goose, all in a chick facePretty face, big hips, with a little waistWanna see if I can take her to my new placeWhat`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 mayneSo high, got me lookin out for airplanesWhen it come to this, I`ma do the damn thangMayne...Lemme see ya getcha hands in the air y`allAin`t but the square niggaz on the wallWho want a lyrical brawl with the Big BallI don`t think so, yo, yoLemme see ya put ya hands in the sky whodiGet crunk if ya wanna get high whodiIf you do then you know you my whodiI`m tell you like this...We got it goin real on all night longFull of Patrone in my Sean John shit y`allEightball, Ludacris on the same songWe gonna keep it goin on and on and on[Hook] 2x[Second Hook]Yeah mayne, I see you over thereYou and all them motherfuckers watchinHeh, witcha lookin assAll them hater-ass niggazI see you over there lookinI see you over there watchin bitchWitcha lookin assAll you hoes, I see you over there lookinWhen I file through the place,with them players sittin on them thangsI see you witcha lookin ass...