Lyrics

[Intro: Peaches & Rico Wade] I'll hurt one of you Here's a little somethin' for the players out there hustling Getting down for theirs From East Point, College Park, Decatur, the 'Briar Man, the scene was so thick You know, niggas worldwide Lowriders, '77 Sevilles, El Dogs, nothing but them 'Lacs All the players, all the hustlers I'm talkin' 'bout a Black man Heaven here You know what I'm sayin? Yeah Break it down like that, yeah [Verse: Sleepy Brown] Cadillacs are coming from everywhere (Yeah) Liquor vibing 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 dancing and just feeling 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 Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangster rides Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day When the player ball is happenin' all day, every day