Player's Ball - Extended Version

Man, let me hit that, man

Ha, you gon' pass that

Man, the scene was so thick

Lowriders, '77 Sevilles, El Dogs

Nothin' but them 'Lacs

All the players, all the hustlers

I'm talkin' 'bout a black man heaven here

You know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah

It's beginnin' 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 somethin' to do better bet

I said subtract so shut up that nonsense about some silent

I gots it 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 Wesson, 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 gots a hoochie waitin'

I made it through another year can't ask for nothin' much more

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 you there's a better day

When the player's ball is happenin', all day ery'day

Hallelujah, hallelujah

You know I do some things more different than I used to

'Cause I'm a player, doin' what the players do

The package store 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 niggas in the back

Gettin' tipsy off the nog' and high as hell off the contact smoke

They havin' a smoke out in my back seat (yeah)

They passin' the 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 to 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, 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 you there's a better day

When the player's ball is happenin', all day ery'day

Ain't no chimneys in the ghetto

So I won't be hangin' 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 smokin' rocks

I got the munchies, we got the Mary Jane in the Dungeon

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

So, ho-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 leanin' back my elbows 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 hoes around

I spit 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 you 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 Point, College Park, Decatur, De'Briar

You know, niggas 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 you there's a better day

When the player's ball is happenin', all day ery'day

All the players came from far and wide