Players Ball Songtext / Lyric

Man the scene was so thick

Low riders, seventy-seven Seville, El Dawgs

Nuttin' but them 'llacs

All the players, all the hustlers

I'm talking 'bout black man heaven heah, yknahmsayin', yeah



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 solid solid

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 can't ask fo' nothin' 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

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



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



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



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



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 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



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



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



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



All the players came from far and wide