OutKast - Player's Ball lyrics

Man let me hit that you gon' pass that?
Man, the scene was so thick
Lowriders, '77 Sevilles, El Dogs
Nothing but them 'Lacs
All the players, all the hustlers
I'm talking bout a black
Man heaven here, nahmsayin, yeah

It's beginning to look a lot like, what?
Follow my every step
Take notes on how I crept
I's bout to 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 silent night
I gots it 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 Wesson
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 other means of celebrating
I'm getting blizzard at HoJo
I got that hoochie waiting
I made it through another year can't
Ask for nothing much more
It's OutKast for the books I thought
You knew so now you know, let's go

All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids
Kicking them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player's ball is happening
All day ery'day

Halle-lu-jah, halle-lu-jah
Y'know I do some things more
Different than I used to
'Cause I'm a player
Doing what the players do
The package store was closed
Okay my day is ruined
This is ridiculous, I'm getting serious
I'm getting curious
'Cause the house is smelling stank
The chitlins old as bitches
I made no wishes cause I'm mobbing
Folk niggas in the back
Getting tipsy off the nog and high
As hell off the contact smoke
They having a smoke out in my back seat
They passing herb rewinding verses 'cause
It's in the air
I hit the parks, I hit the cuts
I'm hitting switches
'Cause I'm switching from side to side
Looking for hoes and 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, yeah
Forever pimpin', never slippin'
That's how it is

All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids
Kicking them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player's ball is happening
All day ery'day

Ain't no chimneys in the ghetto so I won't
Be hanging my socks on no chimney
I'm full as a tick, fix me a plate
I got the remedy
Some greens and that ham, not
Don't need no ham hocks
Don't play me like I'm smoking rocks
I got the munchies
We got the Mary Jane in the Dungeon
Just to let you niggas know in '93
That's how we coming
So ho ho hoes, check my king-ass 'fro
The gin and juice has got me tipsy so, um

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 no rat
I'm leaning back, my elbow's out the window
Coke, rum and indo fills my body
Where's the party?
We roll deep, we dip to Underground
See a lot of hoes around
I spit my game while waiting countdown
A five, fo', a three, two, here comes the one
A new year has begun, P-Funk
Spark another one

All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids
Kicking them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player's ball is happening
All day ery'day

Here's a little something for the
Players out there hustling
Getting down for theirs
From East Point, College Park, Decatur
Da 'Briar you know, niggas worldwide
Down, for theirs

All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids
Kicking them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player's ball is happening
All day ery'day
All the players came from far and wide