Myrna "Peaches" Crenshaw - Player's Ball lyrics

[Intro] Man the scene was so thick Low riders, seventy-seven Sevilles, El Do's Nothing but them 'llacs All the players, all the hustlers I'm talking bout a black man heaven here, nahmsayin, yeah [Verse 1: Andre 3000] It's beginning to look a lot like Wood, 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 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 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 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 boots I thought you knew so now you know Let's go [Hook : Sleepy Brown] 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 [Verse 2: Big Boi] 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 b**hes I made no wishes cause I'm mobbing folk n***as in the back Getting tipsy off the nog'gen, high as hell off the contact smoke They having a smoke out in my back seat They pa**ing 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 hoes and 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 pimping, never slipping, that's how it is [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Boi] Ain't no chimneys in the ghetto so I won't be hanging my socks On no chimney, I'm fit 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 Jane in the Dungeon Just to let you n***as know in '93, that's how we coming So ho ho hoes, check my king-a** 'fro The gin and juice has got me tipsy so [Verse 4: André 3000] 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, rum and indo fills my body, where's the party We roll deep, we dip to Underground See a lot of hoes 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.. [Hook] [Outro: Peaches] 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, n***as world wide Down, for theirs [Hook]