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    "Player's Ball" Lyrics

    Eminem feat. Outkast

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    Scene was so thick low rides seventy seven Sevilles
    El Dawgs nothin' but them 'llacs
    All the players all the hustlers I'm talking about
    Black man heaven yeah know what I'm saying? Peace

    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 'nother means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to that ho-jo I
    Gots the hoochie waitin' I made it through
    To another year can't ask fo' much mo it's Outkast
    For the boots I thought you knew so now you know
    Let's go

    All the players came from far and wide
    Wearing Afros and braids in every gangster ride
    Now I'm here to tell yeah there's a better day
    When the player ball is happenin' all day every day

    Hallelujah hallelujah yeah know I do some things more different than I
    Used ta cause I'm a player doing what the players do the package store is
    Closed okay my deck is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm
    Gettin' curious cause the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this
    Vicious I make no wishes cause 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 cause 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 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 they junkies got to give me cause
    It's like that, yeah

    Clever pimpin', never slipin, that's how it is (check it!)

    All the players came from far and wide
    Wearing Afros and braids in every gangster ride
    Now I'm here to tell yeah there's a better day
    When the player ball is happenin' all day every day

    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 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 cause 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 yeah have me copy folks spark another one

    All the players came from far and wide
    Wearing Afros and braids in every gangster ride
    Now I'm here to tell yeah there's a better day
    When the player ball is happenin' all day every day

    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
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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