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Man the scene was so thick Low riders, seventy-seven Seville, El Dawgs Nuttin' but them 'llacs All the players, all the hustlers I'm talking 'bout black man heaven heah, yknahmsayin', yeah It's beginnin' to look a lot like what? Follow my every step Take notes on how I crept, I's 'bout ta 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 something to do better bet I said subtract so shut up that, nonsense about some solid solid I gots in 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 wess' And 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 hojo, I got that hoochie waitin' I made it through another year can't ask fo' nothin' much mo' It's OutKast for the boots 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 rides Now I'm here to tell ya there's a better day When the player's ball is happenin', all day ery'day Halle-lu-jah, halle-lu-jah Y'know I do some things mo' different than I used ta 'Cause I'm a player, doin' what the players do The package sto' was 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 as bitches I made no wishes 'cause I'm mobbin' folk niggaz in the back Gettin' tipsy off the nog'gen, high as hell off the contact smoke They havin' a smoke out in my back seat, 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 ta side lookin' for ho 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 them junkies gotta give me 'Cause it's like that, heh, 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 rides Now I'm here to tell ya there's a better day When the player's ball is happenin', all day ery'day Ain't no chiminies in the ghetto so I won't be hangin' my socks On no tip, I'm quick as a tick, fix me a plate I got the remedy, so brings in 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 niggaz know in ninety-three that's how we comin' So ho ho hos, check my king-ass 'fro The gin and juice has got me tipsy so umm 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 leaning back my elbows out the window Coke rhyme and indo fills my body, where's the party? We roll deep, we dip to underground, see's a lot of hoes around I split my game while waitin' countdown A five fo' 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 rides Now I'm here to tell ya there's a better day When the player's ball is happenin', all day ery'day Here's a little somethin' for the players out there hustlin' Gettin' down for theirs From east pointe, college park, decatur, devry You know, niggaz world wide Down, for theirs All the players came from far and wide Wearin' Afros and braids, kickin' them gangsta rides Now I'm here to tell ya there's a better day When the player's ball is happenin', all day ery'day All the players came from far and wide