paroles de chanson Player's Ball (original) - OutKast
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
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