Scene was so thick low rides seven Sevilles El Dawgs nothin' but 'llacs All the all the hustlers I'm talking about Black man heaven yeah know what I'm Peace
It's beginnin' to look a lot what? Follow my every take notes On how I creep I's bout ta go in This is the way I creep my Here's my ghetto rep I to say The no no it can't cease so I Begin to my two and two together Gots no weather have to Find something to do bet! I said subtract so shut up Nonsense about some nine I got say Crock if it real it right I'm like no matter what the season Forever chill with spin I get my fin I chill less And got my reasons so tell me what did you You thought I'd break my neck to help y'all the halls oh Now I got means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to that ho-jo I Gots the waitin' I made it through To another year ask fo' much mo it's Outkast For the I thought you knew so now you know go
All the came from far and wide Wearing Afros and braids in every ride Now I'm here to yeah there's a better day When the player ball is happenin' all day day
Hallelujah yeah know I do some things more different than I Used ta cause I'm a player doing what the players do the store is Closed okay my deck is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm serious I'm Gettin' curious cause the house is smelling of chitlins all this Vicious I make no wishes cause the folk is in the back gettin' tipsy Off the nog-en and I's in a hellova contact they havin' a smoke out In my back they passing herb reminding verses cause it's in the air I Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the side Ta side lookin' for bitches watchin' for snitches I'm open on the Freeway my pager broke my vibe a junkie is a junkie three sixty Five just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me Grab my pistol and my ounce see what they got to give me cause It's that, yeah
pimpin', never slipin, that's how it is (check it!)
All the players came from far and Afros and braids in every gangster ride Now I'm here to tell yeah there's a day When the ball is happenin' all day every day
Ain't no chimminies in the so I won't be hangin' my socks on no Tip how far does it tick fix me a drink I got the so bring in That ham (not!) don't need no ham don't play me like I'm Rocks I got the money we gots the freaks in the just to let you Know in ninety three that's how we comin' so hoe hoe hoes check my King ass fro the gin and juice me tipsy so on It goes hit me ten and serve you then now we in the corner in my Cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning my Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo my body where's the party We rode deep we dip to underground a lot of hoes around I split my Game while waiting count down a five fo' a three two comes the one a Do yeah have me copy spark another one
All the players from far and wide Wearing Afros and braids in gangster ride Now I'm here to yeah there's a better day When the ball is happenin' all day every day
Here's a little something for all the players out hustling, gettin' Down for theirs, from east point, park, decatur, devrai, you Know world wide, down for