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Eightball & MJG
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Slab Rider
Lyricist:Darren Jordan, Dewayne Martin, Premro Vonzellaire Smith
Yeah, â€~Ball, you could dig this one ponta Got that boom, b-b-boom, boom, boom, boom
He is the Âslab rider Orange mounder, third-coast sider He is the Âslab rider Big hydro, fifteen riders
He is the Âslab rider Orange mounder, third-coast sider He is the Âslab 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 Âslab rider Orange mounder, third-coast sider (For real) He is the Âslab rider Big hydro, fifteen riders (Tell 'em again)
He is the Âslab rider Orange mounder, third-coast sider (For real) He is the Âslab 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 Âslab rider Orange mounder, third-coast sider (For real) He is the Âslab rider Big hydro, fifteen riders Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com (Tell 'em again)
He is the Âslab rider Orange mounder, third-coast sider (For real) He is the Âslab 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 Âslab rider Orange mounder, third-coast sider (For real) He is the Âslab rider Big hydro, fifteen riders (Tell 'em again)
He is the Âslab rider Orange mounder, third-coast sider (For real) He is the Âslab 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
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