Player`s Ball |
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Player`s Ball Lyrics |
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 Intro:Scene was so thick, low rides, seventy-seven Sevilles El Dawgs, nuttin but them `llacs All the players, all the hustlers, i`m talking about Black man heaven, yah know what i`m saying? Peace Verse One: 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 sets up traps so shut up that nonsense about some silent night i got say crock if it ain`t real it 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 halls oh naw i got nuther means of celebratin i`m gettin pussy, that ho`s yo i gots the hoochie waitin i made it through another year cain`t ask fo nothin` much mo it`s Outkast for the boots i thought you knew so now you know let`s go Chorus all the players came from far and wide wearing afros and braids kicken` them gangstar ride now i`m here to tell yah there`s a better day when the player ball is happenin all day every day Verse Two hallelujah hallelujah yah know i do some things more different than i used ta coz i`m a player doing what the players do the package store is closed okay my day is ruined this is rediculus i`m gettin serious i`m gettin curious coz the house is smelling stank as chitlins all is vicious i make no wishes coz i`m hauling four niggas in the back gettin tipsy off the nog and high as hell off the contact smoke, they havin a smoke out in my back seat they passing herb re-winding verses coz it`s in the air i hit the parks i hit the cuts i`m makin switches cause i`m swithcing from side to side looking for hoes and snitches im wide open feeway my pager broke my vibe coz 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 they junkies got to give me coz it`s like that, yeah clever pimpin, never slipin, that`s how it is [check it!] Verse Three ain`t no chimminies in the ghetto so i won`t be hangin my socks on no chimney, i`m feeling the tick, fix me a drink i got the remedy, some greens and that ham [not!] don`t eat no ham [hocks!] don`t play me like smokin rocks i got the munchies we gots the mary jane in the dungeon just to let you niggaz know in ninety three that`s how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my king ass fro the gin and juice has gots me tipsy so umm... it goes simply 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 windows cold rum and indo fills my body where`s the party we rode deep we dip to underground see`s a lot of hoes around i spit my game while waiting count down a five, fo a three two here comes the one a new year has begun, please folks, spark another one here`s a little something for the players out there hustling, gettin down for theirs, from east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you know niggaz world wide, now,... for they ass |
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