Organized Noize - Playa's Ball lyrics

Man, the scene was so thick Low riders, '77 Sevilles, El Dawgs Nuttin' but them 'Lacs All the players, all the hustlers I'm talking about a black man heaven here, you know what I'm saying'? [verse] 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 silent night 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 halls 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 [Chorus] 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 b**hes I made no wishes 'cause I'm mobbin' folk n***as 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 pa**in' 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 [Chorus] 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 [verse] Ain't no chimneys 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 n***as know in '93 that's how we comin' So ho, ho, hoes, check my king-a** '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 [verse] 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, n***as 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