OutkastPlayers Ball

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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, 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 cant 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 Id 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 its 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 theres 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 hellova contact smoke they havin a smoke out In my back seat they passing herb reminding verses coz its in the air i Hit the parks hit the cuts Im makin switches clicking the switches side Ta side lookin for bitches watchin for snitches Im wide open on the Freeway my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty Five its 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, thats 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!] dont need no ham [hocks!] dont 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 thats 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 Ill 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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