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 crept I's bout ta go in depth
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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 sets up traps so shut up that
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nonsense about some silent night i got say 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 smith i sip my fifth i chill with wesson 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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naw i got nuther means of celebratin i'm gettin pussy, that ho's yo i gots the hoochie waitin i made it through
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another year cain't ask fo nothin' 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 kicken' them 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 all day every 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 day is ruined this is rediculus i'm gettin serious i'm
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gettin curious coz the house is smelling stank as chitlins all is vicious
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i make no wishes coz i'm hauling four niggas in the back gettin tipsy
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off the nog and high as hell off the contact smoke, they havin a smoke out
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in my back seat they passing herb re-winding verses coz it's in the air i
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hit the parks i hit the cuts i'm makin switches cause i'm swithcing from side to side looking for hoes and snitches
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im wide open feeway 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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forever 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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chimney, i'm feeling the tick, fix me a drink i got the remedy, some greens and
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that ham [not!] don't eat no ham [hocks!] don't play me like smokin
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rocks i got the munchies we gots the mary jane in the dungeon just to let you
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niggaz know 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 has gots me tipsy so umm...
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it goes simply ten and i'll serve you then now we bend 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 rum and 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 spit my
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game while waiting count down a five, fo a three two here comes the one
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a new year has begun, please folks, spark another one
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here's a little something for 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 niggaz world wide, now,... for they ass
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Player's Ball
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