OutKast – Player's Ball (Extended Remix Version) (1993) | Track profile | Dork

OutKast – Player's Ball (Extended Remix Version) (1993) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

Player's Ball (Extended Remix Version)

[Verse 1: Sleepy Brown]

Cadillacs are comin', from everywhere (Yeah)

Liquor vibin' good 'cause love is in the air

To all you players and you pimps, smoke out and have a ball

And if your ho 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 your sauce laid in more ice

I hope when all of this is over, as I get old, yeah

My kids'll have a story, that still be told, woo, huh, about

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

All the players came, from far and wide

Wearin' afros and braids, kickin' them gangsta rides

Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day

When the player ball is happenin' all day e'ry day

[Verse 2: André 3000]

It's beginnin' to look a lot like, what? 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 somethin' to do better, bet

I sets up trap, so shut up that, nonsense about some silent night

I gots it 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 halls?

Oh nah, I got other means of celebratin'

I'm gettin' blizzard at HoJo, I gots that hoochie waitin'

I made it through another year can't ask for nothin' much more

It's OutKast for the books, I thought you knew, so now you know

Let's go

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

All the players came, from far and wide

Wearin' afros and braids, kickin' them gangsta rides

Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day

When the player ball is happenin' all day e'ry day

[Verse 3: Big Boi]

Halle-lu-jah, halle-lu-jah

You know I do some things more different than I used to

'Cause I'm a player, doin' what the players do

The package store was closed, okay, my day is ruined

This is ridiculous, I'm gettin' serious, I'm gettin' curious

'Cause the house is smellin' stank, the chitlins old as bitches

I made no wishes 'cause I'm mobbin' folk niggas in the back

Gettin' tipsy off the nog and high as hell off the contact smoke

They havin' a smoke out in my backseat (Yeah)

They passin' herb, rewindin' verses 'cause it's in the air

I hit the parks, I hit the cuts, I'm hittin' switches

'Cause I'm switchin' from side to side lookin' 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, ha, yeah

Forever pimpin', never slippin', that's how it is (Check it)

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

All the players came, from far and wide

Wearin' afros and braids, kickin' them gangsta rides

Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day

When the player ball is happenin' all day e'ry day

[Verse 4: Big Boi]

Ain't no chimneys in the ghetto, so I won't be hangin' my socks on no chimney

I'm full 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 smokin' rocks

I got the munchies, we got the Mary Jane in The Dungeon

Just to let you niggas know in '93, that's how we comin'

So ho-ho-hoes, check my king-ass 'fro

The gin and juice has got me tipsy so, um...

[Verse 5: 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 elbow's out the window

Coke, rum and indo fills my body, where's the party?

We roll deep, we dip to Underground, sees a lotta hoes around

I spit my game awaiting countdown

A-five, four, a-three, two, here comes the one

A new year has begun, P-Funk, spark another one, yeah

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

All the players came, from far and wide

Wearin' afros and braids, kickin' them gangsta rides

Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day

When the player ball is happenin' all day e'ry day

[Interlude: Peaches]

Here's a little somethin' for the players out there hustlin'

Gettin' down for theirs

From East Point (Yeah), College Park (Check it out), Decatur (Out there in College Park), the 'Briar (Southwest Atlanta)

You know (East Point), niggas worldwide (The 'Briar)

Down (In The Dungeon kickin' it), for theirs (Yeah)

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

All the players came from far and wide

Wearin' afros and braids, kickin' them gangsta rides

Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day

When the player ball is happenin' all day e'ry day

All the players came from far and wide

Wearin' afros and braids, kickin' them gangsta rides

Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day

When the player ball is happenin' all day e'ry day

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