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Outkast
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Player's Ball (Original)
Lyricist:Andre Benjamin, Patrick Brown, Raymon Ameer Murray, Antwan Patton, Rico Wade
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
It's beginnin' to look a lot like what? Follow my every step take notes On how I creep, I's 'bout ta go in deep 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 nine I got say crock if it ain't real itâ€
Ain't right I'm like no matter what the season Forever chill with spin, I get my fin I chill with less 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
Now I got nuther means of celebratin', I'm gettin' biz to that ho-jo I Gots the hoochie waitin' I made it through To another year cain't ask fo 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 Wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride Now I'm here to tell yah there's a better day When the player ball is happenin' on Christmas day
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 deck is woofin' this is rediculus I'm gettin' serious I'm Gettin' curious 'coz the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no wishes 'coz the modern folk Is in the back gettin' tipsy Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Off the nog-en and I's in a hellova contact smoke They havin' a smoke out
In my back seat they passing herb Reminding verses 'Coz it's in the air I hit the parks, hit the cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the switches side
Ta side lookin' for bitches watchin' for snitches I'm wide open on the Freeway 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!)
Ain't no chimminies 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 bring in That ham don't need no ham, don't play me like I'm smokin' (Not, hocks)
Rocks I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you Know 'coz in ninety three that's how we comin' So hoe hoe hoes check my King 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 corner In my Cadillac, 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 party
We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around I split my game while waiting count down a five fo a three two Here comes the one a Do yah have me copy folks spark another one?
Here's a little something for all the players Out there hustling, gettin' Down for theirs from east point, college park, decatur, devrai You know world wide, down for theirs
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