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soundtrack - outkast - player's ball lyrics
intro:
scene was so thick, low rides, seventy-seven sevilles
el dawgs, nuttin but them llacs
all the players, all the hustlers, im talking about
black man heaven, yah know what im saying? peace
verse one:
its beginnin to look a lot like what?
follow my every step take notes
on how i creep is bout ta go in deep
this is the way i creep my season
heres 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 aint real it
aint right im 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 yall deck the halls oh
now i got nuther means of celebratin im gettin biz to that ho-jo i
gots the hoochie waitin i made it through
to another year caint ask fo much mo it’s outkast
for the boots i thought you knew so now you know
lets go
chorus
all the players came from far and wide
wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
now im here to tell yah there’s a better day
when the player ball is happenin on christmas day
verse two
hallelujah hallelujah yah know i do some things more different than i
used ta coz im a player doing what the players do the package store is
closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus im gettin serious im
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
off the nog-en and is in a h-llova contact smoke they havin a smoke out
in my back seat they p-ssing herb reminding verses coz it’s in the air i
hit the parks h-t the cuts im makin switches clicking the switches side
ta side lookin for b-tches watchin for snitches im 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 aint in me
grab my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me coz
its like that, yeah
clever pimpin, never slipin, that’s how it is [check it!]
verse three
aint no chimminies in the ghetto so i wont 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 [not!] don’t need no ham [hocks!] don’t play me like im smokin
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 -ss fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on
it goes h-t 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 im leaning back my
elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body wheres the party
we rode deep we dip to underground sees 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
heres 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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