Scene was so thick low rides seventy seven El Dawgs but them 'llacs All the players all the hustlers I'm about Black man heaven yeah know what I'm Peace
beginnin' to look a lot like what? Follow my step take notes On how I creep I's ta go in deep This is the way I my season my ghetto rep I kept to say The no no it can't cease so I Begin to my two and two together no snowy weather have to Find to do better bet! I subtract so shut up that Nonsense about some solid I got say Crock if it ain't it Ain't right I'm like no what the season Forever chill spin I get my fin I chill with less And got my reasons so tell me did you expect? You thought I'd break my neck to help deck the halls oh Now I got 'nother means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to ho-jo I Gots the waitin' I made it through To another can't ask fo' much mo it's Outkast For the boots I thought you so now you know go
All the players came far and wide Wearing Afros and in every gangster ride Now I'm here to yeah there's a better day When the player ball is happenin' all day day
Hallelujah hallelujah yeah know I do some more different than I Used ta cause I'm a player what the players do the package store is Closed okay my deck is woofin' this is I'm gettin' serious I'm Gettin' cause the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this Vicious I make no wishes the modern folk 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 reminding cause it's in the air I Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the switches Ta side lookin' for watchin' 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 and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me cause It's like that,
pimpin', never slipin, that's how it is (check it!)
All the players came far and wide Wearing Afros and in every gangster ride Now I'm here to tell yeah a better day When the player ball is 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 drink I got the remedy so in That ham (not!) need no ham don't play me like I'm smokin' Rocks I got the we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you Know cause in ninety three that's how we comin' so hoe hoe 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 indo my body where's the party We rode we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around I split my Game while waiting down a five fo' a three two here comes the one a Do yeah have me copy folks another one
All the players from far and wide Wearing Afros and braids in every ride Now I'm here to yeah there's a better day the player ball is happenin' all day every day
Here's a little something for all the players out hustling, gettin' Down for theirs, from point, college park, decatur, devrai, you world wide, down for theirs