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 Mary Jane's in the dungeon just to let you Niggaz
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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 coke, rum & 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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New Year has begun P-Funk 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 Niggaz world wide, down for theirs
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Player's Ball [Original Version]
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