[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    __________________________________________________  Do You Yahoo!?  Buy the perfect holiday gifts at Yahoo! Shopping.  http://shopping.yahoo.com