Eightball: Slab rider

[MGJ Intro] Huh, yeah, ?Ball 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 ?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 ponta?s locked up fuckin? wit them thangs It?s not a game, really it?s a damn shame ?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... [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 sittin? at home complainin? Mississippi, Arkansas, and everything in-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 ?burbs Ask somebody, who?s that... and they?ll 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. 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 Ask about ?Ball, 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 ridin?, ridin?, ridin?, Eighball just keep on ridin? Keep ridin?, ridin?, ridin?, Orange Mound and Third-Coast Sidin? [Eightball Outro] Yeah, yeah Fat Boy... representin? you know what I?m talkin? ?bout Like always baby, stay shocked out, to all my real niggas stayin? down Stayin? true, ya know what I?m sayin? We gone get this money baby, we gone do it how it go, yot know what I?m talkin? ?bout Yeah, we gone grind, we gone hustle All them boys that didn?t think we could do it, the doubters, the haters we gone 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 Them niggas that be on the streets