[Intro:]
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Scene was so thick, low rides, seventy-seven Sevilles
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El Dawgs, nuttin but them 'llacs
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All the players, all the hustlers, i'm talking about
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Black man heaven, yah know what i'm saying? Peace
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[Verse One:]
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It's beginnin to look a lot like what?
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Follow my every step take notes
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On how i creep I's bout ta go in deep
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This is the way i creep my season
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Here's my ghetto rep i kept to say
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The least no no it can't cease so i
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Begin to piece my two and two together
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Gots no snowy weather have to
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Find something to do better bet!
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I said subtract so shut up that
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Nonsense about some solid nine i got say
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Crock if it ain't real it
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Ain't right i'm like no matter what the season
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Forever chill with spin i get my fin i chill with less
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And got my reasons so tell me what did you expect?
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You thought i'd break my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
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Now i got nuther means of celebratin i'm gettin biz to that ho-jo i
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Gots the hoochie waitin i made it through
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To another year cain't ask fo much mo it's Outkast
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For the boots i thought you knew so now you know
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Let's go
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[Chorus]
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All the players came from far and wide
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Wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
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Now i'm here to tell yah there's a better day
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When the player ball is happenin on christmas day
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[Verse Two]
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Hallelujah hallelujah yah know i do some things more different than i
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Used ta coz i'm a player doing what the players do the package store is
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Closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus i'm gettin serious i'm
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Gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this
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Vicious i make no wishes coz the modern folk is in the back gettin tipsy
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Off the nog-en and i's in a hellova contact smoke they havin a smoke out
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In my back seat they passing herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i
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Hit the parks hit the cuts i'm makin switches clicking the switches side
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Ta side lookin for bitches watchin for snitches i'm wide open on the
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Freeway my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty
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Five it's just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me
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Grab my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me coz
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It's like that, yeah
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Clever pimpin, never slipin, that's how it is {check it!}
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[Verse Three]
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Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so i won't be hangin my socks on no
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Tip how far does it tick fix me a drink i got the remedy so bring in
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That ham {not!} don't need no ham {hocks!} don't play me like i'm smokin
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Rocks i got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
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Know coz in ninety three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my
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King ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on
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It goes hit me ten and i'll serve you then now we in the corner in my
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Cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat i'm leaning back my
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Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party
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We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around i split my
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Game while waiting count down a five fo a three two here comes the one a
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Do yah have me copy folks spark another one
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Here's a little something for all the players out there hustling, gettin
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Down for theirs, from east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you
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Know world wide, down for theirs
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Player's Ball (Original Version)
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Outkast |