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Artist: Eightball
Album:  Almost Famous
Song:   Slab Rider
Typed By: ice_man504@yahoo.com

[MGJ ≠ Intro]
Huh, yeah, ĎBall 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 ĎBall
Iím foí doís, I got room enough for all of yíall
If you donít know me Iím the one they call the "Fat
Mack"
Iím giviní instructions on, "How to Lace a Phat Track"
I come from hard times hopiní Iím never goiní 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 pontaís locked up ≠ fuckiní wit them thangs
Itís not a game, really itís a damn shame
ĎCause if I wasnít here Iíd probably be wit them mane
Thank the Lord Iím not, knock on wood baby
This whole world crazy, everybody liviní shady
And Iím stuck in the middle stayiní true to myself
I canít be nobody else, tellí 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 sittiní at home complaininí
Mississippi, Arkansas, and everything in-between
I know itís real, but it all feels like a dream
In New Orleans ≠ smokiní out wit my dogg Woo
When done seen so much shit between me and you
Nashville Iíma holla at my nigga C
All my niggas, oh yeah rest in peace P
Dallas, Iím wit Rally at Phenomena
Houston ≠ Iím everywhere, holla at me Maí
But it ainít nothing like them thick-ass Georgia
peaches
Sweet fruit and they never are out of season
It donít matter if you in the ghetto or the Ďburbs
Ask somebody, whoís that... and theyíll 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. Louí
Duke and Cooí runners in Miami ≠ canít forget you
Jacksonville, Tallahassee, Sapp smokiní wit me
Me and Moss in Minnesota smokiní green-sticky
Dave and 'Toine got my back when Iím in the Apple
My cousin Forty got me drinkiní E&J and Snapple
Louisville, Money Mike whatís 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 yoí life quickly
From the streets, to the clubs, to the stage
Ask about ĎBall, 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 ridiní, ridiní, ridiní, Eighball just keep on
ridiní
Keep ridiní, ridiní, ridiní, Orange Mound and
Third-Coast Sidiní

[Eightball ≠ Outro]
Yeah, yeah Fat Boy... representiní you know what Iím
talkiní Ďbout
Like always baby, stay shocked out, to all my real
niggas stayiní down
Stayiní true, ya know what Iím sayiní
We gone get this money baby, we gone do it how it go,
yot know what Iím talkiní Ďbout
Yeah, we gone grind, we gone hustle
All them boys that didnít think we could do it, the
doubters, the haters we gone do it for them
We doiní it for the doubter and haters, the one that
think we canít do it, yeah this for you
Straight from them slab riders, them niggas that be
grindiní for real, them niggas that be hustliní for
real
Them niggas that be on the streets

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