Scene was so thick low seventy seven Sevilles El Dawgs nothin' but 'llacs All the players all the hustlers I'm talking Black man heaven yeah know what I'm saying?
It's to look a lot like what? Follow my every take notes On how I I's bout ta go in deep This is the way I creep my Here's my rep I kept to say The no no it can't cease so I to piece my two and two together Gots no snowy weather to something to do better bet! I said so shut up that Nonsense about some solid I got say Crock if it real it Ain't right I'm like no what the season Forever with spin I get my fin I chill with 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 hoochie I made it through To year can't ask fo' much mo it's Outkast For the I thought you knew so now you know go
All the players came far and wide Wearing Afros and braids in gangster ride Now I'm to tell yeah there's a better day When the player is happenin' all day every day
Hallelujah hallelujah yeah I do some things more different than I Used ta 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 Gettin' curious cause the house is smelling sick of 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 side Ta side lookin' for bitches watchin' for snitches I'm open on the my pager broke my vibe cause a junkie is a junkie three sixty Five it's just another day of work to me the just ain't in me Grab my and my ounce see what 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 yeah there's a better day When the player is happenin' all day every day
Ain't no in the ghetto so I won't be hangin' my socks on no Tip how far it tick fix me a drink I got the remedy so bring in That ham (not!) don't need no ham don't me like I'm smokin' Rocks I got the money we gots the 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 my heart 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 deep we dip to 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 yeah have me copy folks another one
All the players came far and wide Wearing Afros and braids in every gangster Now I'm here to tell there's a better day When the player ball is all day every day
a little something for all the players out there hustling, gettin' Down for theirs, from point, college park, decatur, devrai, you world wide, down for theirs