Man, this scene was so thick. Low rise, 77 Seville's, L-Dawg, and them buttoning blacks. All the players, all the hustlers. I'm talking about a black man helping here. You know what I'm saying? Yeah. It's beginning to look a lot like wood. Follow my every step. Take notes on how I crep. I'm about to go in depth. This is the way I creep. My season is my get to rep. I kept. To say the least, no, no, it can't cease. So I began to piece my two and two together. Got some snowy weather. Have to find something to do better, bet. I set some traps, so shut up that. No sense about some solid, solid **** I got. Say, Cork, if it ain't real, ain't right. Unlike no matter what the season, forever chill with you. I sip my ****. I chill with **** and got my reasons. So tell me, what did you expect? You thought I'd break my neck to help y'all deck? Oh, no, I got the means of celebrating. I'm getting blizzard. I told you I got the hoochie waiting. I made it through another. You can't ask for nothing much more. It's outcast for the books. I thought you knew. So now, you know, let's go. I know the players came from far and wide. Wearing emeralds of praise, picking up games to ride. Now I'm here to tell you, there's a better day. When the player board is counting all their air days. Hallelujah, hallelujah. You know, I do some things much different than I used to. Cause I'm a player, doing what the players do. The package door is closed. OK, my day is ruined. This is ridiculous. I'm getting serious. I'm getting curious. Cause the house is smelling stank. This **** is old as vicious. I made no wishes cause I'm hopping. Smoke, smoke is in the back. Getting tipsy off the noggin. Heavenly blizzard, don't die, y'all choke. Now I'm in a session in my backseat. They passing words and running virgins cause it's in the air. I hit the bars, I hit the cuts. I'm hitting switches cause I'm switching from side to side. Looking for, looking for snitches. I'm wide open on the freeway. My pager broke my vibe cause a turkey is a junkie 365. It's just another day at work to meet the spirit. Just stay near me, *** my pretzel and my, see what them junkies gotta give me cause it's life. Yeah, forever pimping, never slipping. That's how it is. All the players came from far and wide. Wearing emeralds and braids, kicking up gangster vibes. Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day. When the playaball is happening all day every day. Ain't no chimneys in the ghetto, so I won't be hanging my socks on the chip. A feather's a tick, fix me a plate, I got the remedy. Some green pen that have not, don't need no hammer. Hawks don't play me like we smoking rocks, I got the munchies. We got the Mary Jane in the dungeon, just to let you, let you know. I know, that's how we coming. So ho, ho, ho, ho, check my king-ass flow. The gin and juice has got me tipsy, so on. It goes, give me ten and I'll serve you then. Now we bent, the corner in my Cadillac. My heart does not go pitty-pat for no rat. I'm leaning back, my elbows out the window. Fills my body, where's the party? We rode deep, we dip to underground, sees a lot of lies around. I spit my game while waiting countdown. I fight for a three-two, here comes the one. A new year has begun, be pump spark another one. Here's a little something for the players out there hustling, getting down for theirs. From East Point, College Park, Decatur, DeVry, you know, worldwide, down for theirs. All the players came from far and wide. Wearing aprons of praise, picking up games to ride. Now I'm here to tell you, there's a better day, when the green wall is coming for you.