Lyrics Player's Ball - OutKast

Man, the scene was so thick
Low riders, ′77 Sevilles, El Dawgs
Nuttin' but them ′Lacs
All the players, all the hustlers
I'm talkin' ′bout a black man heaven here, yknahmsayin′?
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 an' two together
Gots no snowy weather, have to find somethin' to do better
Bet I said subtract, so shut up that nonsense about some 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′
An' 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 an′ wide
Wearin' afros an' 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
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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 chitlin's 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
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 hoes an′ snitches
I'm wide open on the freeway, my pager broke my vibe
′Cause a junkie is a junkie 365
It's just another day of work to me, the spirit just ain't in me
Grab my pistol an′ 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 an' wide
Wearin′ afros an' 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 ′93 that's how we comin′
So ho, ho, hos, check my king-ass 'fro
The gin an′ juice has got me tipsy, so it goes
Give me ten an' 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 leanin′ back, my elbows out the window
Coke, rhyme an' indo fills my body, where′s the party?
We roll deep, we dip to underground, sees 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 an' wide
Wearin′ afros an' 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 an' wide
Wearin′ afros an′ 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 an' wide