Slab Rider

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, yeah, Ball, you done did this one, potna Got that boom, uh, uh-uh, boom boom Boom, boom [Chorus] He is the slab rider Orange Mounder, third coast sider He is the slab rider Big hydro, fifteen lighters (Oh yeah, I'm lovin' this) He is the slab rider Orange Mounder, third coast sider (Somethin' for my project kids) He is the slab rider Big hydro, fifteen lighters [Verse 1] Who wanna ride with the big Ball? I'm four doors, I got room enough for all of y'all If you don't know me, I'm the one they call the Fat Mac I'm givin' instructions on how to lace a fat track I come from hard times, hope I'm never goin' back Never thought that all of this would come from writin' raps Big money, big cribs, big cars Women used to trip, now they wanna know who we are I stay the same while everything around me change My old partners locked up, fuckin' with them things It's not a game, really, it's a damn shame 'Cause if I wasn't here, I'd probably be with them, mayne 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] He is the slab rider Orange Mounder, third coast sider (For real) He is the slab rider Big hydro, fifteen lighters (Tell 'em again) He is the slab rider Orange Mounder, third coast sider (For real) He is the slab rider Big hydro, fifteen lighters [Verse 2] Lamar Cove in Orange Mound to Beale 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 with my nigga Ru We done seen so much shit between me and you Nashville, I'ma holla at my niggas, see All my niggas, oh yeah, rest in peace, P Dallas, I'm with Rally at Phenomenon Houston, I'm everywhere, holla at me, ma But it ain't nothin' like them thick ass Georgia peaches Sweet fruit and they never are out of season It don't matter if you're in the ghetto or the 'burbs Ask somebody, who's that? And they'll say [Chorus] He is the slab rider Orange Mounder, third coast sider (For real) He is the slab rider Big hydro, fifteen lighters (Tell 'em again) He is the slab rider Orange Mounder, third coast sider (For real) He is the slab rider Big hydro, fifteen lighters [Verse 3] My nigga T in VIP in St. Louis Duke and Cool Runners in Miami, can't forget you Jacksonville, Tallahassee, sap smokin' with me Me and Moss in Minnesota smokin' green sticky Dave and Twan got my back when I'm in the Apple My cousin 40 got me drinkin' E&J and Snapple Louisville, Money Mike, what's the deal, baby? All my Alabama niggas, keep it real, baby OH and a dime always on my mind Cleveland and 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 lose your life quickly From the street to the club to the stage You ask about Ball and they all gon' say [Chorus] He is the slab rider Orange Mounder, third coast sider (For real) He is the slab rider Big hydro, fifteen lighters (Tell 'em again) He is the slab rider Orange Mounder, third coast sider (For real) He is the slab rider Big hydro, fifteen lighters [Bridge] Ridin', ridin', ridin' 8Ball, just keep on ridin' Keep ridin', ridin', ridin' Orange Moundin', third coast sidin' Ridin', ridin', ridin' 8Ball, just keep on ridin' Keep ridin', ridin', ridin' Orange Moundin', third coast sidin' [Outro] Yeah, yeah, Fat Boy representin' You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Like always, baby, sendin' shouts out to all my real niggas Stayin' down, stayin' true, you know what I'm sayin'? We gon' get this money, baby We gon' do it how it go, you know what I'm talkin' '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 doubters and the haters The ones 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 them streets