Player's Ball - Remix A cappella

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, silent

I gots it crunk, if it ain't real, ain't right

I'm like no matter what the season

Forever chill with chill

I sip my fifth, I chill I chill, 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 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 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, folks in the back

Getting tipsy off the nog and havin' the blitz that don't die out, choke

They having a session 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, looking for 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, grab my 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, Mary in the Dungeon

Just to let you, let you know in '93, that's how we coming

So ho, so 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, sees a lot of, lot of 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, - 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 ball is happening, all day ery'day

All the players came from far and wide