rico wade
man let me hit that
you gon’ pass that
man the scene was so thick
lowriders ’77 sevilles el dogs
nothing but them ‘lacs
all the players all the hustlers
i’m talking bout a black man heaven here nahmsayin yeah
andré 000
it’s beginning 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 something to do better bet
i said subtract 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 naw i got other means of celebrating
i’m getting blizzard at hojo i got that hoochie waiting
i made it through another year can’t ask for nothing much more
it’s outkast for the books i thought you knew so now you know let’s go
hook sleepy brown
all the players came from far and wide
wearing afros and braids kicking them gangsta rides
now i’m here to tell you there’s a better day
when the player’s ball is happening all day ery’day
big boi
hallelujah hallelujah
y’know i do some things more different than i used to
’cause i’m a player doing what the players do
the package store was closed okay my day is ruined
this is ridiculous i’m getting serious i’m getting curious
’cause the house is smelling stank the chitlins old as bitches
i made no wishes cause i’m mobbing folk niggas in the back
getting tipsy off the nog and high as hell off the contact smoke
they having a smoke out in my back seat
they passing herb rewinding verses ’cause it’s in the air
i hit the parks i hit the cuts i’m hitting switches
’cause i’m switching from side to side looking for hoes and snitches
i’m wide open on the freeway my pager broke my vibe
’cause a junkie is a junkie threesixtyfive
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 yeah
forever pimpin’ never slippin’ that’s how it is
hook sleepy brown
all the players came from far and wide
wearing afros and braids kicking them gangsta rides
now i’m here to tell you there’s a better day
when the player’s ball is happening all day ery’day
big boi
ain’t no chimneys in the ghetto so i won’t be hanging 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 smoking rocks
i got the munchies we got the mary jane in the dungeon
just to let you niggas know in ‘9 that’s how we coming
so ho ho hoes check my kingass ‘fro
the gin and juice has got me tipsy so um
4 andré 000
it goes give me ten and i’ll serve you then now we bend
the corner in my cadillac
my heart does not go pittypat 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 see a lot of hoes around
i spit my game while waiting countdown
a five fo’ a three two here comes the one
a new year has begun pfunk spark another one
hook sleepy brown
all the players came from far and wide
wearing afros and braids kicking them gangsta rides
now i’m here to tell you there’s a better day
when the player’s ball is happening all day ery’day
peaches
here’s a little something for the players out there hustling
getting down for theirs
from east point college park decatur da ‘briar
you know niggas worldwide
down for theirs
hook sleepy brown
all the players came from far and wide
wearing afros and braids kicking them gangsta rides
now i’m here to tell you there’s a better day
when the player’s ball is happening all day ery’day
Artist: Outkast
Year: 1994
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 438