Southernplayalisticadillacmuzi

Intro/chorus:

Let me take you on a funky ride
All around the world
And ahh, if you let me give inside your mind
Feel your spirits fly

Verse 1: society of soul

Oh baby, would you like to take a little ride with me
Unleash your sexual fantasies
It would be so nice
Ahh, relax your body next to me
As i sing this outkast melody
On this funky ride
So just relax baby

Chorus

Verse 2: society of soul

Now baby, now the smoke is in the air
Martell and coke has got me there
And we wonder why you're high?
Well baby umm, it's nothin but that
Sess in your chest that got you feelin kinda crazy
So let your spirits fly
Uhh and enjoy the ride
Oh yeah baby

Chorus

Interlude of guitar

Chorus x 4

(debra killings 'climaxing' to fade)

Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
Gettin down for theirs
From east pointe, college park, decatur, devries...

My man, the scene was so thick
Lowriders, seventy-seven sevilles
El do's, nuttin but them 'llacs
All the players (deporte in the house) all the hustlers
I'm talkin bout a black man heaven here
Youknowhati'msayin? yeah

*singing*
Cadillacs are comin, from everywhere (yeahhh)
Limbo boppin good cause love is in the air
To all you players and you pimps smoke out and have a ball
And if your hoe is actin crazy --

-- put her on the wall
Now now now everybody's dancin and just feelin right
I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice
I hope when all y'all dance is over, can i get onn, yeah
My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoooa, about

All the players came, from far and wide
Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangster rides
Now i'm here to tell ya, there's a better day
When the player ball is happenin, all day eryday

[big boi]
Hootie hoo
Follow the funk from the skunk
And the dank that is crunk in the dungeon
It goes on and on and on, like that
Goin out to the jeeps and hoes in the 'llac
Ah suki, suki
All day and day, any day, every damn day
I be thinkin about the good ol' days when i was a whippersnapper
Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws i'm after
I'm just a southernplayalistic pimp
I used to slang a fat rock, but now i'm servin hemp
I never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo i'm dope
Mo' doper than a junkie or a pooky cause it's on
So each one, teach one, i be claimin true
To east pointe and college park and the things i used to do
Around atl, home of the pimps and the money makers
Club niggaz, magic city and them southern playas
I never said i was a gangsta but i will do ya
So hallelujah, hallelujah
One for the playas at the crib, drinking drinks
And two is for the sound, hootie hoo that i make

Chorus:

Hootie hoo
Tight like hallways, smoked out always(hootie hoo)
Yeah, hootie hoo
Big boi on the left, andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always (hootie hoo)

[andre benjamin]
Now playin these bitches is my favorite sport
But ain't no game when they be callin your name in the court
Oh, it's saturday night, i guess that makes it alright
Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight
That it's bustin out the seems, yes sir, i'm set
Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before i jet
Hops off in the lac with big gipp, you got a light(hootie hoo)
Communication device dun went off twice
Should i answer the call, yes, i'm mackin 'em all
We met 'em up in the mall, recall player's ball
Well, it's player's ball 2, so i guess i'll call you
Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through
Now later on done got here
I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?
Draws, fallin down like niggaz in a drive-by
I got up in them hoes and i told 'em bye bye
About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
Talkin 'bout her period late, guess what i did
Click
Naw, it couldn't be me. not me

Chorus(2x)

[big boi]
Uh, well you know we gettin blizzard cuz we got that chicken gizzard
In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggaz can't cope with it
So, opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop
From the streets of atl to the slums of college park
So got on martino, it's outkast for the 94 era
You heard the player's call, we takin it to another level
So 'lujah, halle, let me get a swallow of that martel
And you may go to hell

[andre benjamin]
Set sail with a nigga from atl, southwest that is
It's that southern ses in your chest that is
One mo' gen for my friend who don't take
No bullshit from no bitch who is stank
I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will make you
Silly of you to think that i would, but i will lay you
Down like some bo-los, you can throw those
Head, til i'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes
Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit
But if you fall in this category, then youse a bitch

Chorus(4x)

[big boi]
Well its the m i crooked letter comin around the south
Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch
Please, ain't nothin but incense in my atmosphere
I'm bendin corners in my 'llac boi, cause that's how we be rollin here
Deep, the slang is in effect because it's georgia
Kicking the khakis and adidas
Packin yo' heaters cause you 'sposed to, cousin
Catfish and grits is how my flow flow
Rollin steady in that caddy but them 50 bottles got to go
See juice and gin used to be my friend, from the begin
And now i'm just a player sippin sauce, every now and then
To catch a buzz like a bumble bee
Niggaz who tried to fuck with me
Get sprayed like raid cause it ain't nothin see

[andre]
My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock
No my heart don't pump no kool-aid
Jump and you'll get you sprayed
Hooray yo block the one and only outkast
Many a nigga fallin fast and
I continue blastin, swiftly
Quickly, they ain't gon' get me, got somethin fo' em
The devil up in yo grill and you still don't even know' em
Show'em, who's the ok
Like collard greens and whole eggs
I got soul, thats somethin that you ain't got
That's why yo style is ro-ten,
Stop in the land of atl
Where nothin but pimps, fully equiped
Quick to make a sale, swell
Swollen got my pockets, business boomin like rockets
Folks try to stop it but they know that it's that...

(chorus)
Its that ssutherplayalisticcaddilac funky music
Now players if you choose it
You better make sure you don't abuse it
We gonna get cha hiiiighh, hiiiighhh

[andre]
Time to drop these bows, like dusty rhodes
Then i yell ho
We knockin em off they feet like a southern hustler supposed to do
I's in the house, house like, a joint is lit fo my kin folks
And all the niggaz that was down, since we been broke
Takin em deeper than a submarine
So scream when you hear the team of two
My crew be thick as two fat hoes sittin off in a brougham
I'm packin my tag backwards if you want to be actin wrong
Word is bond like super glue
Its funky like poopa scoop
And every word i say you can true

[big boi]
Well okey dokey kastout
I swear to god i got the highest boomin cadillac
The expialalistic coupe de ville
Can you handle that you rat
I take my time cruisin round the city malls
And under my seat for you suckers its your final curtain call
The one two to the guage p-u-m-p
You want to do a jack, i heat the barrel til it's empty, get me
See i get friendly gettin in where i fit
Organized is on the track with the southernplayalistic shit
So copy my slang and bite my shit
But don't try gafflin me
Cause sleepin you'll get served with some southern hospitality

(chorus)

[big boi]
Well southernplayalisticadillac music has been laid
I may wait for all the ... be rolling like that today hoes
So back up off get up on it if you want it cha'll
Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on player's ball yup
So now i step, rather walk with the pimp
While my niggas are at east pointe
With that college park hemp smoke style
Is how i wanna end it on this track
So i pass it to my partner and step back up in my cadillac

[andre]
Step up in my shoes you crews sitting on trues
And vogues for the hoes only when we rollin through
Atlanta skies be blue
The sun is beamin it seemin
That i glisten, rather gleaming
20/20 got me leaning to the side
Full of pride, now ain't that somethin
I'm dippin into your hood
This ain't braile, but i'm bumpin
Thumpin out the roaches
Dungeon if ya'll missed it
Big gimp, goodie mob, pa, outkast
Southernplaylistic

(chorus 3x)

Greetings, earthlings. take me to your leader(ooh shit!)

Chorus: repeat 2x

D.e.e.p. you want to go d.e.e.p., i'll take ya d.e.e.p.
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when i got my folks hooked like...

[dre]
Deeper than deep dish, hammers and vogues
Deeper fish in the o(cean)
I got my gun on standby, like coast guard
You boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like erb, word (hey man)
You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse
I ain't the one with the curse, so disperse, yes, catchin plagues
Niggaz catchin aids, niggaz gettin sprayed, niggaz on they way
To a dead end, you won't catch me spreadin no white thighs
I only see afro bitches up in my eyes
I don't eat no beef and surely not no pork
I used to drink that 8, but now i shove it down your throat
Quote, 'if they kill they own folks, what you think they gonna do to you?'
I'm outkasted and claimin true
Aimin two at your muthafuckin spine
No, i make that three cuz i don't wanna hear you whine
Swine, got my folks blind, like stevie
Me be, wonderin when i'm gonna see the end
Andre 'gain slammin backs like king acts
Over organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's d.e.e.p.

Chorus: (2x)

[big boi]
Well, you want me to get d.e.e.p., well then, i will
What? what will happen if you shoot that nigga and don't kill
He will come back and return like lalah hathaway
Aimin for your skull, yeah i'm flexin on you that a way
So if you pullin a tool, nigga you better use it
Cuz if you're threatenin my life, better believe i'll be a fool with it
I don't take no shit from nobody, i gots the goodie mo crew right beside of me
Damn, no pain, no gain, some i'mma hurt you
Breakin knees and elbows like i used to break my curfew
My mama used to tell me if a nigga ever hit me
Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he
So if you run up, you get done up, i'mma end it
Throw the gun up out the window, see the corner that i bent it
It's just so simple when we get so d.e.e.p.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like...

Chorus: (2x)

[dre]
No, i ain't never been pimped by the system
That's because i ain't no slave
Don't be tryin to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave
Bloody old chap and in this head of mine is full of naps
And the only thing i know is how to fuck and how to rap
Y'all think i'm stupid cuz i shoots 'em up like cupid
And if you gave me a basketball, i'll show you how to shoot it
My head's polluted cause i'm zooted, bobbin to the bottom
If a pair of jordan's came out, y'all figure that i got 'em
But no i don't because i don't be havin funds
The gold that i am wearin is really made out of bronze
It weighs a ton and makin my neck turn green
And i got a criminal record that will never come clean
Oh, and it seems that i make babies like a rabbit
And then never taking care of them has just become a habit
I grab my tablet and get busy with the pen
Y'all could not be just like me if y'all was my twin
So you get mad and try to make me inferior
You pissin me off, i'm in that ass like interior
Oh, step in my cadillac, let's ride through the hood
Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real good
And take a look at all the pimps and all the pushers and the players
That's livin on a whim, thin ice and a prayer
Oh and mayor, can i get a little backup
Please don't let them pussy muthafuckas put that flag up
But let me shut up cause they say we need dough
Whenever the fuck out record comes out in 1994
Yeah, yes sir, it's like that
Gonna take y'all deep, so go back

Chorus: (2x)

[big boi]
I'm gettin deeper than that prostiutes vagina
And pimpin way mo' hoes than there's peoples out in china
I roll that black lac with the crust velvet interior
Niggaz try to bite that shit, but their shit is inferior
We rollin thick like the pillsbury doughboy
And i don't give a damn, muthafucka cuz you know why
The caucus mountains and the mutant gene
You try to wipe a nigga like me slam up off the scene
You hairy bastard, work a little bit faster
Because of the shit that i done been through, i shall never call you master
You d-e-v-i-l, the cave is where you dwell
So stay up out the rain, it's beginning to smell like dog, yeah
I wonder how you would be acting if youse in my shoes
You'd probably shit your tight ass draws cause i got a short ass fuse
So what do you really wanna do when i get militant
Thought i was a pimp, flip the script if you can' get with this
They call me big boi, i be cappin with a big gun
Run up on it if you want it, then you bite the big one, yeah
Uh huh, can you deal with it, d-e-v-i-l

Chorus: (2x)

Yessuh
Let me dig into your brain, folks fallin like rain
Property got me sellin thangs, guess i'm gon' explain
Jane is rolled up, no gangs be throwed up
But still andre got action, they sweat like keith, all on my teeth
I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinkin that you
Gots ample to do this have you shot i thought you knew this
I'm crumblin', no time for fumblin sellin my sacks watchin my back
Wettin em up like splish, leavin em in a splash
Of blood, the clock is tickin niggaz from my block is missin
I'm puttin it down like it be hot before we all get shot
Got, only so much time in this bastard
Bitter be claimin broke but i be sayin they pro-cras-ti-natin
Settlin for less, bet' be ready
When they roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and
Youse gone, up outta here for good
Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood
Yeah, whassup

Chorus:

There's only so much time left in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb, i'm just crumblin' erb
Niggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb, i'm just crumblin' erb

Verse two: big boi

So check me out, see
Once in a while when niggaz be tryin to test me i gets frisky
Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huh
I'm gettin nice with them thangs, because i do like that
You heard me on the radio and yes my man i'm true to dat
I run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear em
And shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks em
Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin
But i'm runnin niggaz over like a ninety-fo' lexus, test it
Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin high
See i added a millimeter for y'all niggaz doin crimes and drivebys
Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers
I flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers
Be boppin shots, like them hoes be poppin coochies
And i still be spreadin bullets like them freaks be spreadin cooties
So look here niggaz, i'm huntin red october
I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over

Chorus

Verse three: big boi, andre

Wooo! big boi
Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it's empty
That's where the erb be droppin, it's simply marvelous time is tickin
But some of that time when i be layin vocals in the dungeon
Sugar bear and mon be smokin ounces like it ain't nuttin
It ain't shit, to take another hit so hit it
Of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit
It's all day any til they label me deceased
So fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world peace

We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out
Like some merry men, cowards i be buryin
Comin around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothin
Just like dj do the cuttin i be havin your posse duckin nothin but
King shit, i am askin, sucka can you hand
That player with the pepper throwin salt off in your game
Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker don't be cryin on me
That stuff the sess be in my chest until i'm chillin in peace, yeah

Chorus

Chorus:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
You need git up, git out and git somethin
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Cuz you and i got to do for you and i

[cee-lo]
I don't recall, ever graduatin at all
Sometimes i feel i'm just a disappointment to y'all
Every day, i just lay around then i can't be found
Always asked to give me some livin life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, i try to be the man i'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit, i've done some dumb shit
And i'm probably gon do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though (why not?)
Why not? my music's all that i got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested
I know you know but i'm gon say this to you i...
Get high but i don't get too high
So what's the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without
And what up with all these questions?
As act as though you know somethin i don't. do you have any suggestions?
Cuz every job i get is cruel and demeanin
Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleanin
But i'm also sick and tired of strugglin
I never ever thought i'd have resort to drug smugglin
Naw, that ain't what i'm about
Cee-lo will just continue travelin this route
Without any doubt or fear
I know the lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did i make myself clear?

Chorus:

[big boi]
Well, uh, git up, stand up. so what's said, you dickhead
See when i was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin pro keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin starters
In the middle school, i was a bigger fool
I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought i was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, i call them my uncles
They taught me how to smoke herb, i followed them when they ran numbers
So in a sense i was rosemary's baby
And then, i learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
Hell, i treat 'em all like hoes, see i pimped 'em
Bitch never had my money, so i never whipped 'em
See all the playas came and all the playas went
A playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch
You need to git up, git out, git somethin
Smoke out, cuz it's all about money, money, money
Yeah i said it, a nigga sportin plats and a braves hat
I hang with rico wade cuz the dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm true to organized, cuz they raised me
I'm also down with laface cuz l.a. reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool
Yeah, it's real cool, gettin paid fat pockets
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha

Chorus:

[big gipp]
Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got the mutant's mind
I'm gettin paranoid and steady lookin for the time
It's eight in the mornin and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride
I'm diggin through the ash tray, hopin to have a good day
I had jamaica's best and when i light it up, i hear a voice in my head
(you got to git up, git out and git somethin)
Now i know it's on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick
'84 se-dan deville, steady bouncin,
Out the pointe to cambelton road
The valley of the southside flow
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so
Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit
Cause they known for jumpin out of black chevy trucks and through the fog
Here come the red dogs, i'm bustin out around the corner in my hog
Dippin from the area, i'm scared
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
Cuz i have no time for bail. fuck clampett cops. fuck elgin bail
And crooked ass jackson, got the whole country
Thinkin that my city is the big lick for 96
94, big gipp, goodie mo, outkast, a vision from the past
Hootie hoo...my white owls are burnin kinda slow

Chorus:

[dre]
Y'all tellin me that i need to get out and vote, huh. why?
Ain't nobody black runnin but crackers, so, why i got to register?
I thinkin of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but i write the deep ass rhymes
So let me take ya way, back to when a nigga stayed in southwest atlanta,
Y'all could not tell me nuthin, thought i hit that bottom rock
At age 13, start workin at the loadin dock
They layin my mama off of work, general motors trippin
But i come home bank like hank, from lickin and dippin
Doin dumb shit, not knowin what a nigga know now
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down
I dips, over to east point, still actin a fool
Wastin my time in the school, i'd rather be shootin pool
Cool is how i played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about mackin hoes and wearin pimp fade
Instead of bein in class, i'd rather be up in some ass
Not, thinkin about them six courses that i need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's fucked up. i shoulda listened when my mama told me
That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talkin yin-yang, so i payed her no attention
And kept missin the point she tried to poke me with
The doper that i get, the more i'm feelin broke and shit
Huh, but that don't matter though, i am an o-ut-kast
So get up off your ass

Chorus:
You need to...(4x)

[dre]
I'll be comin around the ghetto when i come kickin one for the treble
Y'all can't stoop to my level, i'm like the devil or whatever
I'm pickin up and throwin 'em down like dishes
Call me kenny anderson cuz i slam those southern bitches
I ain't braggin, folks draggin me up and down the road
To be fucked up when i gets into my clownin mode
Then go to clown up on they ass like bozo
Oh no, then dance on top of they asses like i was jo jo dancer
Come comet, come dasher, come prancer
Come niggaz with machine guns, i think that is the answer
But the question 'should we take that bullshit from them people?'
I'm makin 300 on my sat and i am equal
Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, i'm nervous
I've had it up to fo'head of niggaz tryin to serve us
To graduate is really becomin a very stressful journey
I feel like a steering wheel, for them is tryin to turn me
Into a hate monger, and i'm wishin and i wonder
Damn, will i graduate before i hit the summer
I think not, officer friendly tryin to dig up in me
He said i'm half assed and got no future
And so he sent me up the creek and shit
Strokin like hell without no paddle
But niggaz is gettin smart, we back on the saddle
No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some years
It's the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is

Chorus: cee-lo

I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me (repeat 4x)

[t-mo]
As i step, the stage is empty
No words as i serve with my southern dialect, so i get respect
Don't call me t, it's a t thang with a g swang
Let my nuts hang down to the flo' main
Smokin that dang dang, makin mics swang
In my 2-8-0 z, nobody can see me
Cruisin down the block, just like i was a squirrel
In a world full of nuts, damn
I'd probably be mad even if i called him uncle sam
So bring dough to the goodie mo-b
T-mo, khujo, cee-lo, j and my homie rather be
Don't flex on next, i break necks too
Rollin with outkast, pa, goodie mob for the 94
Ha-ha-ha
Yeah, you know what i'm sayin?

Chorus:

[big boi]
Yeah, i'm steady buckin muthafuckas
Not duckin 'em like the goose, i'm heavily strapped, yeah niggaz
Squeezin rhymes like that noose around your neck
You can't hang with this, see ain't no thangs to this
I show no pity so take off because i'm dangerous
I breaks 'em off like i was beat street, see i be breakin
Speakin of breakin, break on how to get your life taken, boy
Fuckin around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split
Simply means i'm bringin the funk with the hollow tips
Playa shit is how i'm kickin it
Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackass
So fuck it or flip it, i'll still be a playa
Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair
Shit, that's quickly how i run my shit and that's how it be
That nigga b-i-g b-o-i, that be me, ye
See i'm a playa, got my struggle on
Thinkin about the volume and thickness of my bankroll
You see that cash is in my shit like colon cancer
Even though i never smoke that shit like...yeah
I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projects
So don't flex or get served with a pop neck shit
Og, original gangsta, not quite
But maybe when i'm locked up, liftin weights, gettin swole right
Life's a bitch with a g-string cuz these off in your ass with it hey
So you can see who can really hang
But y'all don't wanna do nothin, y'all can go to hell
Ain't no playas in office cuz i'm locked off in a cell
So can you feel me, nigga

Chorus:

[khujo]
Khujo, comin in dope, bring it
I got more problems than the average joe
So don't come 'round me with your flim flam, hot damn
It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird
K's madness into cappin
Throwin to do more load, so my fire lookin through the want ads
And only red hot, desire in your pot with somethin wicked
But you can't feel it, stickin out your monkey ass
I could let shit rot in the past, now it's time to blast they ass
Shhh...mr. knighton take off your hat
Can't even my wear my locs in
Demon eye scopin, oh my, peripheral vision got it
Made you go on your hoe's bar
Decisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the goodie mo crew
And they just might want to battle you
Out with the quickness
The price of livin is beginning to be a risky business
Unkay, parkay.
How do you like the taste of hot butter meltin through your biscuits?
This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain...
Don't cut niggaz i hang with before there were apartments
In chapel forest, it's gettin horrid
The huntin child is on the prowl, yahhh!!!!!
I let out a call to da wild
I let out a call to da wild

Intro:

Scene was so thick, low rides, seventy-seven sevilles
El dawgs, nuttin but them 'llacs
All the players, all the hustlers, i'm talking about
Black man heaven, yah know what i'm saying? peace

Verse one:

It's beginnin to look a lot like what?
Follow my every step take notes
On how i creep i's bout ta go in deep
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 nine i got say
Crock if it ain't real it
Ain't right i'm like no matter what the season
Forever chill with spin i get my fin i chill with less
And 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
Now i got nuther means of celebratin i'm gettin biz to that ho-jo i
Gots the hoochie waitin i made it through
To another year cain't ask fo 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 and wide
Wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
Now i'm here to tell yah there's a better day
When the player ball is happenin on christmas day

Verse two

Hallelujah hallelujah yah know i do some things more different than i
Used ta coz i'm a player doing what the players do the package store is
Closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus i'm gettin serious i'm
Gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this
Vicious i make no wishes coz the modern folk is in the back gettin tipsy
Off the nog-en and i's in a hellova contact smoke they havin a smoke out
In my back seat they passing herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i
Hit the parks hit the cuts i'm makin switches clicking the switches side
Ta side lookin for bitches watchin for snitches i'm wide open on the
Freeway my pager broke my vibe coz 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 they junkies got to give me coz
It's like that, yeah

Clever pimpin, never slipin, that's how it is [check it!]

Verse three

Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so i won't be hangin my socks on no
Tip how far does it tick fix me a drink i got the remedy so bring in
That ham [not!] don't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like i'm smokin
Rocks i got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
Know coz in ninety three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my
King ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on

It goes hit me ten and i'll serve you then now we in the corner in my
Cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat i'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around i split my
Game while waiting count down a five fo a three two here comes the one a
Do yah have me copy folks spark another one

Here's a little something for all the players out there hustling, gettin
Down for theirs, from east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you
Know world wide, down for theirs