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Letra Player s ball
Album: More music from 8 mile
Artista: Eminem
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Intro:
Scene was so thick, low rides, seventy-seven Sevilles
El Dawgs, nuttin but them īllacs
All the players, all the hustlers, iīm talking about
Black man heaven, yah know what iīm saying? Peace.
Verse One:
Itīs beginnin to look a lot like what?
follow my every step take notes
on how i creep Iīs bout ta go in deep
this is the way i creep my season
hereīs my ghetto rep i kept to say
the least no no it canīt 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 ainīt real it
ainīt right iīm 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 iīd break my neck to help yīall deck the halls oh
now i got nuther means of celebratin iīm gettin biz to that ho-jo i
gots the hoochie waitin i made it through
to another year cainīt ask fo much mo itīs Outkast
for the boots i thought you knew so now you know
letīs go.
Chorus
All the players came from far and wide
wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
now iīm here to tell yah thereīs 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 iīm a player doing what the players do the package store is
closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus iīm gettin serious iīm
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 iīs in a hellova contact smoke they havin a smoke out
in my back seat they passing herb reminding verses coz itīs in the air i
hit the parks hit the cuts iīm makin switches clicking the switches side
ta side lookin for bitches watchin for snitches iīm wide open on the
freeway my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty
five itīs just another day of work to me the spirit just ainīt in me
grab my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me coz
itīs like that, yeah.
Clever pimpin, never slipin, thatīs how it is {check it!}
Verse Three
Ainīt no chimminies in the ghetto so i wonīt 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!} donīt need no ham {hocks!} donīt play me like iīm smokin
rocks i got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
know coz in ninety three thatīs 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 iīll serve you then now we in the corner in my
cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat iīm leaning back my
elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body whereīs the party
we rode deep we dip to underground seeīs 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.
Hereīs 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. |
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