Player’s Ball - Outkast

Player's Ball - Outkast
Scene was so thick low rides
Seventy-seven Sevilles
El Dawgs nuttin but them 'llacs
All the players all the hustlers
I'm talking about
Black man heaven
Yah know what I'm saying Peace
It's beginnin to look a lot like what
Follow my every step take notes
On how I creep I's bout ta go in deep
This is the way I creep my season
Here's my ghetto rep I kept to say
The least no no it can't cease so I
Begin to piece my two and two together
Gots no snowy weather have to
Find something to do better bet
I said subtract so shut up that
Nonsense about some solid nine I got say
Crock if it ain't real it
Ain't right I'm like no matter what the season
Forever chill with spin
I get my fin I chill with less
And got my reasons so
Tell me what did you expect
You thought I'd break my neck to
Help y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got nuther means of celebratin
I'm gettin biz to that ho-jo I
Gots the hoochie waitin I made it through
To another year can't ask for
Nothing much mo it's Outkast
For the boots I thought you
Knew so now you know
Let's go
All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
Now I'm here to tell yah there's a better day
When the player ball is happenin on christmas day
Hallelujah hallelujah yah know
I do some things more different than I
Used ta coz I'm a player doing
What the players do the package store is
Closed okay my deck is woofin
This is rediculus I'm gettin serious I'm
Gettin curious coz the house is
Smelling sick of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no wishes coz the
Modern folk is in the back gettin tipsy
Off the nog-en and is in a hellova
Contact smoke they havin a smoke out
In my back seat they passing herb
Reminding verses coz it's in the air I
Hit the parks hit the cuts
I'm makin switches clicking the switches side
Ta side lookin for hoe snitches
I'm wide open on the
Freeway my pager broke my vibe
Coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty
Five it's just another day of work
To me the spirit just ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see
What they junkies got to give me coz
It's like that yeah
Forever pimpin never slipin
That's how it is check it
All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
Now I'm here to tell yah there's a better day
When the player ball is happenin on christmas day
Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so
I won't be hangin my socks on no
Tip how far does it tick fix me a drink
I got the remedy so bring in
That ham not don't need no ham hocks
Don't play me like I'm smokin
Rocks I got the money we gots the freaks
In the dungeon just to let you
Know coz in ninety three
That's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my
King a** fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on
It goes hit me ten and I'll serve you
Then now we in the corner in my
Cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat
For no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold
Rhyming indo fills my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to underground
See's a lot of hoes around I split my
Game while waiting count down
A five fo a three two here comes the one a
Do yah have me copy folks spark another one
All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
Now I'm here to tell yah there's a better day
When the player ball is happenin on christmas day
Here's a little something for
All the players out there hustling gettin
Down for theirs from east point
College park decatur devrai you
Know world wide down for theirs
All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
Now I'm here to tell yah there's a better day
When the player ball is happenin on christmas day