[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

- Volver a las Canciones del Album Southernplayalisticadillacmuzi

- Volver a los Discos de Outkast