Players Ball

[Intro]

Man.. the scene was so thick

Low riders, Seventy-seven Sevilles, El Dawgs

Nuttin but them 'llacs

All the players, all the hustlers

I'm talking bout black man heaven heah, yknahmsayin? Yeah..

[Andre]

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 solidsolid..

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 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

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

[Big Boi]

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)

[Chorus]

[Big Boi]

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..

[Andre]

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 norat

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..

[Chorus]

[Peaches]

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..

[Chorus]