Scene was so thick low rides seventy seven El Dawgs nothin' but them All the players all the I'm talking about Black man heaven yeah know what I'm Peace
It's beginnin' to look a lot like Follow my step take notes On how I creep I's bout ta go in This is the way I creep my my ghetto rep I kept to say The least no no it can't so I to piece my two and two together Gots no weather have to something to do better bet! I said subtract so shut up about some solid nine I got say Crock if it ain't it Ain't right I'm like no matter what the Forever with spin I get my fin I chill with less And got my reasons so me what did you expect? You thought I'd break my to help y'all deck the halls oh Now I got 'nother means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to ho-jo I Gots the hoochie I made it through To another year can't ask fo' mo it's Outkast For the boots I you knew so now you know go
All the came from far and wide Afros and braids in every gangster ride Now I'm to tell yeah there's a better day When the player ball is all day every day
Hallelujah hallelujah yeah know I do some things more than I ta cause I'm a player doing what the players do the package store is Closed okay my deck is this is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm curious cause the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this Vicious I no wishes cause the modern folk is in the back gettin' tipsy Off the nog-en and I's in a hellova contact smoke they a smoke out In my back seat they passing herb verses cause it's in the air I Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the switches Ta lookin' for bitches watchin' for snitches I'm wide open on the Freeway my pager broke my vibe cause a is a junkie three sixty Five it's just another day of to me the spirit just ain't in me Grab my pistol and my ounce see they junkies got to give me cause like that, yeah
Clever pimpin', never slipin, how it is (check it!)
All the players came far and wide Wearing Afros and braids in gangster ride Now I'm here to tell there's a better day When the player ball is 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 me like I'm smokin' I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you Know cause in ninety three 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 does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my Elbows out the windows cold rhyming fills my body where's the party We rode we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around I split my while waiting count down a five fo' a three two here comes the one a Do have me copy folks spark another one
All the players came far and wide Afros and braids in every gangster ride Now I'm here to tell there's a better day When the player ball is happenin' all day day
Here's a little something for all the players out hustling, gettin' Down for theirs, from point, college park, decatur, devrai, you Know wide, down for theirs