Текст песни Eightball - Slab Rider
Eightball - Slab Rider слова песни
[MGJ Intro]Huh, yeah, ‘Ball you could dig this one pontaGot that boom, huh, boom-boom, boom, boom[Chorus Children] 2xHe is the Slab RiderOrange Mounder, Third-Coast SiderHe is the Slab RiderBig hydro, fifthteen riders[Eightball verse 1]Who wanna ride wit the big ‘BallI’m fo’ do’s, I got room enough for all of y’allIf you don’t know me I’m the one they call the "FatMack"I’m givin’ instructions on, "How to Lace a Phat Track"I come from hard times hopin’ I’m never goin’ backNever thought that all of this would come from writingrapsBig money, big grills, big carsWomen used to trip, now they wanna know who we areI stayed the same while everything around me changedMy old ponta’s locked up fuckin’ wit them thangsIt’s not a game, really it’s a damn shame‘Cause if I wasn’t here I’d probably be wit them maneThank the Lord I’m not, knock on wood babyThis whole world crazy, everybody livin’ shadyAnd I’m stuck in the middle stayin’ true to myselfI can’t be nobody else, tell’ em who I am...[Chorus Children] 2xHe is the Slab RiderOrange Mounder, Third-Coast SiderHe is the Slab RiderBig hydro, fifthteen riders[Eightball verse 2]From Lamar Cove and Orange MoundTo Bill St. where the legendary put it downMemphis, Tennessee is where I got my home trainingIn the streets instead of sittin’ at home complainin’Mississippi, Arkansas, and everything in-betweenI know it’s real, but it all feels like a dreamIn New Orleans smokin’ out wit my dogg WooWhen done seen so much shit between me and youNashville I’ma holla at my nigga CAll my niggas, oh yeah rest in peace PDallas, I’m wit Rally at PhenomenaHouston I’m everywhere, holla at me Ma’But it ain’t nothing like them thick-ass GeorgiapeachesSweet fruit and they never are out of seasonIt don’t matter if you in the ghetto or the ‘burbsAsk somebody, who’s that... and they’ll say...[Chorus Children] 2xHe is the Slab RiderOrange Mounder, Third-Coast SiderHe is the Slab RiderBig 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 youJacksonville, Tallahassee, Sapp smokin’ wit meMe and Moss in Minnesota smokin’ green-stickyDave and `Toine got my back when I’m in the AppleMy cousin Forty got me drinkin’ E&J and SnappleLouisville, Money Mike what’s the deal babyAll my Alabama niggas keep it real babyO.H and the Dime always on my mindCleveland to Cincinnati hoes so fineDetroit all the way to Flint, MichiganI spanked this broad but I really wanted to spank herfriendNappy City where the thugs keep it real grittyChi-Town where you might loses yo’ life quicklyFrom the streets, to the clubs, to the stageAsk about ‘Ball, and they all gone say...[Chorus Children] 2xHe is the Slab RiderOrange Mounder, Third-Coast SiderHe is the Slab RiderBig hydro, fifthteen riders[Children] 2xKeep ridin’, ridin’, ridin’, Eighball just keep onridin’Keep ridin’, ridin’, ridin’, Orange Mound andThird-Coast Sidin’[Eightball Outro]Yeah, yeah Fat Boy... representin’ you know what I’mtalkin’ ‘boutLike always baby, stay shocked out, to all my realniggas stayin’ downStayin’ 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’ ‘boutYeah, we gone grind, we gone hustleAll them boys that didn’t think we could do it, thedoubters, the haters we gone do it for themWe doin’ it for the doubter and haters, the one thatthink we can’t do it, yeah this for youStraight from them slab riders, them niggas that begrindin’ for real, them niggas that be hustlin’ forrealThem niggas that be on the streets__________________________________________________Do You Yahoo!?Buy the perfect holiday gifts at Yahoo! Shopping.http://shopping.yahoo.com