OutKast - Player's Ball
Man, let me hit that, manHa, you gon' pass that
Man, the scene was so thick
Lowriders, '77 Sevilles, El Dogs
Nothin' but them 'Lacs
All the players, all the hustlers
I'm talkin' 'bout a black man heaven here
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
It's beginnin' to look a lot like what?
Follow my every step
Take notes on how I crept, I's bout to go in depth
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 somethin' to do better bet
I said subtract so shut up that nonsense about some silent
I gots it crunk, if it ain't real, ain't right
I'm like no matter what the season
Forever chill with Smith
I sip my fifth, I chill with Wesson, got my reasons
So tell me what did you expect?
You thought I'd break my neck, to help y'all deck, the, the
Oh naw, I got other means of celebratin'
I'm gettin' blizzard at HoJo, I gots a hoochie waitin'
I made it through another year can't ask for nothin' much more
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
Wearin' afros and braids, kickin' them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player's ball is happenin', all day ery'day
Hallelujah, hallelujah
You know I do some things more different than I used to
'Cause I'm a player, doin' what the players do
The package store was closed, okay my day is ruined
This is ridiculous, I'm gettin' serious, I'm gettin' curious
'Cause the house is smellin' stank, the chitlins old as bitches
I made no wishes 'cause I'm mobbin' folk niggas in the back
Gettin' tipsy off the nog' and high as hell off the contact smoke
They havin' a smoke out in my back seat (yeah)
They passin' the herb rewindin' verses cause it's in the air
I hit the parks, I hit the cuts, I'm hittin' switches
'Cause I'm switchin' from side to side lookin' for ho snitches
I'm wide open on the freeway, my pager broke my vibe
'Cause 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 them junkies gotta give me
'Cause it's like that, yeah
Forever pimpin', never slippin', that's how it is (check it)
All the players came from far and wide
Wearin' afros and braids, kickin' them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player's ball is happenin', all day ery'day
Ain't no chimneys in the ghetto
So I won't be hangin' my socks on no chimney
I'm full as a tick, fix me a plate, I got the remedy
Some greens and that ham, not
Don't need no ham hocks
Don't play me like I'm smokin' rocks
I got the munchies, we got the Mary Jane in the Dungeon
Just to let you niggas know in '93, that's how we comin'
So, ho-ho, hoes, check my king-ass 'fro
The gin and juice has got me tipsy so, um
It goes, give me ten, and I'll serve you then
now we bend the corner in my Cadillac
my heart does not go pitty-pat for no rat
I'm leanin' back my elbows out the window
Coke, rum and indo fills my body, where's the party?
We roll deep, we dip to Underground
Sees a lot of hoes around
I spit my game while waitin' countdown
A five, fo', a three, two, here comes the one
A new year has begun, P-Funk spark another one
All the players came from far and wide
Wearin' afros and braids, kickin' them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player's ball is happenin', all day ery'day
Here's a little somethin' for the players out there hustlin'
Gettin' down for theirs
From East Point, College Park, Decatur, De'Briar
You know, niggas world wide
Down, for theirs
All the players came from far and wide
Wearin' afros and braids, kickin' them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player's ball is happenin', all day ery'day
All the players came from far and wide
Written by:
Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade
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