Intro:
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
Verse One:
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 cain`t ask fo much mo it`s Outkast
for the boots i thought you knew so now you know
let`s go
Chorus
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
Verse Two
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 i`s 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 bitches watchin for 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
clever pimpin, never slipin, that`s how it is [check it!]
Verse Three
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 ass 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
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
