Scene was so thick low seventy seven Sevilles El Dawgs but them 'llacs All the all the hustlers I'm talking about Black man heaven yeah what I'm saying? Peace
beginnin' 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 my season Here's my ghetto rep I to say The least no no it cease so I Begin to my two and two together Gots no weather have to Find something to do bet! I subtract so shut up that Nonsense some solid nine I got say if it ain't real it Ain't right I'm like no matter what the chill with spin I get my fin I chill with less And got my so tell me what did you expect? You thought I'd break my neck to help y'all deck the oh Now I got 'nother means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to that I the hoochie waitin' I made it through To another year ask fo' much mo it's Outkast For the boots I you knew so now you know go
All the players came from far and Wearing Afros and braids in every ride Now I'm to tell yeah there's a better day the player ball is happenin' all day every day
Hallelujah hallelujah yeah know I do things more different than I Used ta cause I'm a player doing what the players do the package is Closed okay my deck is woofin' this is I'm gettin' serious I'm Gettin' curious cause the house is smelling sick of chitlins all Vicious I make no wishes cause the modern is in the back gettin' tipsy Off the nog-en and I's in a hellova smoke they havin' a smoke out In my back seat they passing herb verses cause it's in the air I Hit the hit the cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the switches side Ta side lookin' for bitches for snitches I'm wide open on the Freeway my pager broke my vibe cause a junkie is a junkie sixty Five it's 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 me cause It's that, yeah
Clever pimpin', never slipin, how it is (check it!)
All the players came from far and Wearing Afros and braids in every ride Now I'm to tell yeah there's a better day When the ball 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 does it tick fix me a I got the remedy 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 dungeon to let you Know cause in ninety three that's how we so hoe hoe hoes check my ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on It goes hit me ten and I'll serve you now we in the corner in my Cadillac my heart not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body the party We rode deep we dip to see's 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 folks spark another one
All the players came from far and Wearing Afros and in every gangster ride Now I'm here to tell yeah a better day When the player ball is happenin' all day day
Here's a little something for all the players out there hustling, Down for theirs, east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you Know world wide, down for