Eightball - Slab Rider Lyrics

Yeah, â€~Ball, you could dig this one ponta
Got that boom, b-b-boom, boom, boom, boom

He is the ­slab rider
Orange mounder, third-coast sider
He is the ­slab rider
Big hydro, fifteen riders

He is the ­slab rider
Orange mounder, third-coast sider
He is the ­slab rider
Big hydro, fifteen riders

Who wanna ride wit the big â€~Ball?
I'm fo' do's, I got room enough for all of y'all
If you don't know me, I'm the one they call the 'Fat Mack'
I'm givin' instructions on, 'How To Lace A Phat Track'

I come from hard times, hopin' I'm never goin' 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 partner's locked up fuckin' wit them thangs
It's not a game, really, it's a damn shame
â€~Cause if I wasn't here, I'd probably be wit them, mane

Thank the Lord, I'm not knock on wood, baby
This whole world crazy, everybody livin' shady
And I'm stuck in the middle, stayin' true to myself
I can't be nobody else, tell 'em who I am

He is the ­slab rider
Orange mounder, third-coast sider
(For real)
He is the ­slab rider
Big hydro, fifteen riders
(Tell 'em again)

He is the ­slab rider
Orange mounder, third-coast sider
(For real)
He is the ­slab rider
Big hydro, fifteen riders

From Lamar Cove and Orange Mound
To Bill Street where the legendary put it down
Memphis, Tennessee is where I got my home training
In the streets, instead of sittin' at home complainin'

Mississippi, Arkansas and everything between
I know it's real but it all feels like a dream
In New Orleans smokin' out wit my dogg Woo
When done seen so much shit between me and you

Nashville, I'ma holla at my nigga C
All my niggas, oh yeah, rest in peace, P
Dallas, I'm wit Rally at Phenomena
Houston,­ I'm everywhere, holla at me Ma

But it ain't nothing like them thick-ass Georgia peaches
Sweet fruit and they never are out of season
It don't matter if you in the ghetto or the â€~burbs
Ask somebody, who's that and they'll say

He is the ­slab rider
Orange mounder, third-coast sider
(For real)
He is the ­slab rider
Big hydro, fifteen riders
(Tell 'em again)

He is the ­slab rider
Orange mounder, third-coast sider
(For real)
He is the ­slab rider
Big hydro, fifteen riders

My nigga G in VIP, in St. Lou'
Duke and Coo' runners in Miami can't forget you
Jacksonville, Tallahassee, Sapp smokin' wit me
Me and Moss in Minnesota smokin' green-sticky

Dave and 'Toine got my back when I'm in the Apple
My cousin Forty got me drinkin' E&J and Snapple
Louisville, Money Mike, what's 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 yo' life quickly
From the streets, to the clubs, to the stage
You ask about â€~Ball and they all gone say

He is the ­slab rider
Orange mounder, third-coast sider
(For real)
He is the ­slab rider
Big hydro, fifteen riders
(Tell 'em again)

He is the ­slab rider
Orange mounder, third-coast sider
(For real)
He is the ­slab rider
Big hydro, fifteen riders

Keep ridin', ridin', ridin'
Eightball, just keep on ridin'
Keep ridin', ridin', ridin'
Orange mound and third-coast sidin'

Keep ridin', ridin', ridin'
Eightball, just keep on ridin'
Keep ridin', ridin', ridin'
Orange mound and third-coast sidin'

Yeah, yeah, Fat Boy representin'
You know what I'm talkin' â€~bout?
Like always, baby, stay the shocked out

To all my real niggas stayin' down, stayin' true
You know what I'm sayin'?
We gon' get this money baby, we gone do it how it go
You know what I'm talkin' â€~bout?

Yeah, we gon' grind, we gon' hustle
All them boys that didn't think we could do it
The doubters, the haters, we gon' do it for them
We doin' it for the doubter and haters, the one that
Think we can't do it, yeah, this for you

Straight from them slab riders
Them niggas that be grindin' for real
Them niggas that be hustlin' for real
Niggas that be on the streets