Almost Famous
Eightball lyrics
Eightball lyrics
"Slab Rider Lyrics"
Hell Never Know Lyrics
They go off and leave me behind They have so many words to find I run to catch a glimpse of them Just walking in the sun Knowing they'll be mine again When the evening has begun And when i see them hand in hand The boy who walks beside the man I pray that i will always have the world That i have found The husband and the son That i built my life around Chorus: He'll never know of that night long ago He'll never know it's locked in my mind No he'll never know From the feelings i show He'll never know His son is only mine Sometimes i lie a
They go off and leave me behind They have so many words to find I run to catch a glimpse of them Just walking in the sun Knowing they'll be mine again When the evening has begun And when i see them hand in hand The boy who walks beside the man I pray that i will always have the world That i have found The husband and the son That i built my life around Chorus: He'll never know of that night long ago He'll never know it's locked in my mind No he'll never know From the feelings i show He'll never know His son is only mine Sometimes i lie a
[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 stay
BABIL?NIA ROCK Lyrics
Voca vai cair de boca Enlouquecer Voca ta? marcando touca Vem me conhecer Por aa? a Carnaval, Veneno na?o faz mal, Tem serpente, serpentina Seca na geral Rio Babila'nia Oh Oh Oh
in? true to myselfVoca vai cair de boca Enlouquecer Voca ta? marcando touca Vem me conhecer Por aa? a Carnaval, Veneno na?o faz mal, Tem serpente, serpentina Seca na geral Rio Babila'nia Oh Oh Oh
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
Funeral 129 Lyrics
We are gathered here tonight, to lay to rest Abigail LaFey, whom we now know was first born dead on The 7th Day of July 1777. Abigail must be nailed to her coffin with 7 silver spikes, 1 through each arm, hand and knee, and let the last of the 7 be drawn through her mouth so that she may never rise and cause evil again Who will be the first?" "I O'Brian of the Black Horsemen
the ? Slab RiderWe are gathered here tonight, to lay to rest Abigail LaFey, whom we now know was first born dead on The 7th Day of July 1777. Abigail must be nailed to her coffin with 7 silver spikes, 1 through each arm, hand and knee, and let the last of the 7 be drawn through her mouth so that she may never rise and cause evil again Who will be the first?" "I O'Brian of the Black Horsemen
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
When the gravel turns to oil Was it your intention to be part of it all? Or to never take part at all? And how you won?t be bothered But it was never my intention to push you away, away. So light the torches and turn the ringer off Let?s get back, Yah, we gotta? get it back To where we once belonged So light the torches and turn the ringer off Let?s get back, Yah, we gotta? get it back To where we once belonged Be what may. Be what may. So light the torches and turn the ringer off. Let?s get back, Yah, we gotta? get it back To where we once bel
[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
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