Scene was so thick low rides seventy seven El Dawgs nothin' but 'llacs All the players all the hustlers I'm talking man heaven yeah know what I'm saying? Peace
It's beginnin' to look a lot like Follow my every step notes On how I I's bout ta go in deep This is the way I my season Here's my rep I kept to say The least no no it can't so I Begin to piece my two and two Gots no snowy have to Find something to do bet! I said subtract so up that about some solid nine I got say Crock if it real it Ain't right I'm like no what the season Forever chill with spin I get my fin I with less And got my so tell me what did you expect? You thought I'd break my to help y'all deck the halls oh Now I got 'nother of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to that ho-jo I Gots the hoochie waitin' I it through To year can't ask fo' much mo it's Outkast For the boots I thought you knew so now you go
All the players came far and wide Wearing Afros and braids in every gangster Now I'm to tell yeah there's a better day When the player ball is all day every day
Hallelujah yeah know I do some things more different than I Used ta I'm a player doing what the players do the package store is Closed my deck is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm curious cause the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this Vicious I make no wishes cause the modern folk is in the back gettin' Off the nog-en and I's in a hellova smoke they havin' a smoke out In my back seat they passing herb reminding verses it's in the air I Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the switches Ta side lookin' for bitches for snitches I'm wide open on the Freeway my pager broke my vibe 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 It's that, yeah
Clever pimpin', never slipin, how it is (check it!)
All the players from far and wide Wearing and braids in every gangster ride Now I'm here to yeah there's a better day When the ball is happenin' all day every day
Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so I won't be hangin' my 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' 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 then now we in the in my 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 We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around I my Game waiting count down a five fo' a three two here comes the one a Do yeah have me copy folks another one
All the came from far and wide Wearing Afros and braids in gangster ride Now I'm here to tell yeah a better day When the ball is happenin' all day every day
Here's a little something for all the out there hustling, gettin' for theirs, from east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you Know world wide, down for