Player's Ball

Man, the scene was so thick, low riders, '77 Sevilles

El Dawgs, nothin' but them 'Llacs

All the players, all the hustlers

I'm talkin' 'bout a black man Heaven here

Know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah (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-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 Ho-Jo, I gots the hoochie waitin'

I made it through another year, can't ask for nothin' much more

It's Outkast for the books, 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 rhymes

Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day

When the Player 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 is 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, it's vicious

I make no wishes, 'cause I'm mobbin'

Four **** in the back, gettin' tipsy of the nog and high as hell off the contact smoke

They havin' a smoke out in my backseat (Yeah)

They passin' 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 hoes and 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 the junkies got to 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 rhymes

Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day

When the Player 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 **** 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 windows

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, four, 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 rhymes

Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day

When the Player 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 (Yeah, check it out)

Decatur, Da Briar (College Park, Southwest Atlanta)

You know **** world wide (Da Briar)

Down for theirs (Yeah)

All the players came from far and wide

Wearin' afros and braids, kickin' them gangsta rhymes

Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day

When the Player Ball is happenin', all day ery'day