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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, i'm talking about 
Black man heaven, yah know what i'm saying? Peace 

Verse One: 
it's beginnin to look a lot like what? 
follow my every step take notes 
on how i creep I's bout ta go in deep 
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 nine i got say 
crock if it ain't real it 
ain't right i'm 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 y'all deck the halls oh 
now i got nuther means of celebratin i'm gettin biz to that ho-jo i 
gots the hoochie waitin i made it through 
to another year cain't ask fo 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 
wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride 
now i'm 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 i'm a player doing what the players do the package store is 
closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus i'm gettin serious i'm 
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 i's in a hellova contact smoke they havin a smoke out 
in my back seat they passing herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i 
hit the parks hit the cuts i'm makin switches clicking the switches side 
ta side lookin for bitches watchin for snitches i'm 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 ain't in me 
grab my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me coz 
it's like that, yeah 

clever pimpin, never slipin, that's how it is [check it!] 

Verse Three 

ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so i won't 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 i'm 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 ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on 

it goes hit 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 i'm leaning back my 
elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party 
we rode deep we dip to underground see's 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 

here's 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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