Eightball Slab Rider Lyrics

Slab Rider Lyrics

[MGJ ¡ Intro]
Huh, yeah, æBall you could dig this one ponta
Got that boom, huh, boom-boom, boom, boom

[Chorus ¡ Children] 2x
He is the ¡ Slab Rider
Orange Mounder, Third-Coast Sider
He is the ¡ Slab Rider
Big hydro, fifthteen riders

[Eightball ¡ verse 1]
Who wanna ride wit the big æBall
IÆm foÆ doÆs, I got room enough for all of yÆall
If you donÆt know me IÆm the one they call the 'Fat
Mack'
IÆm givinÆ instructions on, 'How to Lace a Phat Track'
I come from hard times hopinÆ IÆm never goinÆ back
Never thought that all of this would come from writing
raps
Big money, big grills, big cars
Women used to trip, now they wanna know who we are
I stayed the same ¡ while everything around me changed
My old pontaÆs locked up ¡ f**kinÆ wit them thangs
ItÆs not a game, really itÆs a damn shame
æCause if I wasnÆt here IÆd probably be wit them mane
Thank the Lord IÆm not, knock on wood baby
This whole world crazy, everybody livinÆ shady
And IÆm stuck in the middle stayinÆ true to myself
I canÆt be nobody else, tellÆ em who I am...

[Chorus ¡ Children] 2x
He is the ¡ Slab Rider
Orange Mounder, Third-Coast Sider
He is the ¡ Slab Rider
Big hydro, fifthteen riders

[Eightball ¡ verse 2]
From Lamar Cove and Orange Mound
To Bill St. where the legendary put it down
Memphis, Tennessee is where I got my home training
In the streets instead of sittinÆ at home complaininÆ
Mississippi, Arkansas, and everything in-between
I know itÆs real, but it all feels like a dream
In New Orleans ¡ smokinÆ out wit my dogg Woo
When done seen so much sh*t between me and you
Nashville IÆma holla at my nigga C
All my niggas, oh yeah rest in peace P
Dallas, IÆm wit Rally at Phenomena
Houston ¡ IÆm everywhere, holla at me MaÆ
But it ainÆt nothing like them thick-ass Georgia
peaches
Sweet fruit and they never are out of season
It donÆt matter if you in the ghetto or the æburbs
 
Ask somebody, whoÆs that... and theyÆll say...

[Chorus ¡ Children] 2x
He is the ¡ Slab Rider
Orange Mounder, Third-Coast Sider
He is the ¡ Slab Rider
Big hydro, fifthteen riders

[Eightball ¡ verse 3]
My nigga G in V.I.P, in St. LouÆ
Duke and CooÆ runners in Miami ¡ canÆt forget you
Jacksonville, Tallahassee, Sapp smokinÆ wit me
Me and Moss in Minnesota smokinÆ green-sticky
Dave and 'Toine got my back when IÆm in the Apple
My cousin Forty got me drinkinÆ E&J and Snapple
Louisville, Money Mike whatÆs the deal baby
All my Alabama niggas keep it real baby
O.H and the Dime always on my mind
Cleveland to Cincinnati hoes so fine
Detroit all the way to Flint, Michigan
I spanked this broad but I really wanted to spank her
friend
Nappy City where the thugs keep it real gritty
Chi-Town ¡ where you might loses yoÆ life quickly
From the streets, to the clubs, to the stage
Ask about æBall, and they all gone say...

[Chorus ¡ Children] 2x
He is the ¡ Slab Rider
Orange Mounder, Third-Coast Sider
He is the ¡ Slab Rider
Big hydro, fifthteen riders

[Children] 2x
Keep ridinÆ, ridinÆ, ridinÆ, Eighball just keep on
ridinÆ
Keep ridinÆ, ridinÆ, ridinÆ, Orange Mound and
Third-Coast SidinÆ

[Eightball ¡ Outro]
Yeah, yeah Fat Boy... representinÆ you know what IÆm
talkinÆ æbout
Like always baby, stay shocked out, to all my real
niggas stayinÆ down
StayinÆ true, ya know what IÆm sayinÆ
We gone get this money baby, we gone do it how it go,
yot know what IÆm talkinÆ æbout
Yeah, we gone grind, we gone hustle
All them boys that didnÆt think we could do it, the
doubters, the haters we gone do it for them
We doinÆ it for the doubter and haters, the one that
think we canÆt do it, yeah this for you
Straight from them slab riders, them niggas that be
grindinÆ for real, them niggas that be hustlinÆ for
real
Them niggas that be on the streets