[Verse 1] Uhh.. I never played the games, fucked hoes and tricks Niggaz think with they dick and get hit for licks We mob for life, straight scarred
Words give life to the things that we think about Life is hell we go to heaven when we make it out Yea fuck em, fuck em, fuck em [x8]
(feat. MJG) [Eightball talking] Yeah it's time to get crunked up in this bitch You know what I'm talkin about Yeah.. Eightball & MJG, for my real niggaz
[Eightball] Yeah.. Eightball the Fat Mack (yeah) Space Age representation yaknahmsayin? Sittin around thinkin.. Yaknah'm talkin bout? (yeah) [Verse
Wait a minute, I roll with the slab dog J-Core Eight Ways, P-Tab y'all You can call me, Fat Boy or Big Ball Whatever dawg... [Hook: Ludacris] Shhhit!
(feat. Carl Thomas) [Verse 1] Yeah Shiny lips, round hips, I love dat I know you tired of them cats wit that old rap In ya face,breath stink, you can
Yeah Respect this [CHORUS] Look, I got my stripes up in this rap shit My life is like a rollercoaster, up and down quick Cloudy grey days hide away
and Slick, Tone and Mint gotta hit the grind again Living dirty gots to get with it time to go and get it 8ways we represent it all my noggins is demented
[Girl talking Spanish] How come you always trippin I see you like that, the way I call your name When I tell you shit is real you know it ain't a game
nigga use at least one Uzi out the sunroof, bitch you betta run I roll wit them boys out the 9-0-1 7-1-3 to the 2-8-1 You hate one nigga like me so I
[Intro: MGJ] Huh, yeah, ?Ball you could dig this one ponta Got that boom, huh, boom-boom, boom, boom [Chorus x2: Children] He is the Slab Rider Orange
MJG) [Phone:] Hello, you have reach the Bell South Voice Mail Service to listen to your messages press star now..... new messages. [Baby Momma:] Ball
fattest mack, so everybody watchin My Timbo's ain't scuffed, hydro, I got enough That kind that make you choke, everytime you take a puff Them real playaz chief it, nothin but ballers
: (feat. Carl Thomas) [Verse 1] Yeah Shiny lips, round hips, I love dat I know you tired of them cats wit that old rap In ya face,breath stink, you
: [Eightball] Yeah.. Eightball the Fat Mack (yeah) Space Age representation yaknahmsayin? Sittin around thinkin.. Yaknah'm talkin bout? (yeah) [Verse
: [Verse 1] Uhh.. I never played the games, fucked hoes and tricks Niggaz think with they dick and get hit for licks We mob for life, straight scarred
: [Intro: MGJ] Huh, yeah, ?Ball you could dig this one ponta Got that boom, huh, boom-boom, boom, boom [Chorus x2: Children] He is the Slab Rider