Player’s Ball (Christmas Radio Mix)

[Intro: Rico Wade]
Man, let me hit that, man (Alright)
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
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah) Yeah

[Verse 1: André 3000]
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 togеther
Gots no snowy weather, havе 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 nah, I got other means of celebrating
I'm getting blizzard at HoJo, I gots that hoochie waiting
I made it through another year, can't ask for nothing much mo'
It's OutKast for the books, I thought you knew, so now you know, let's go

[Chorus: 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 ball is happening on Christmas day

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Hallelujah, hallelujah
You 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 folks, **** 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 (Yeah)
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 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 them junkies gotta give me
'Cause it's like that, yeah
Forever pimpin', never slippin', that's how it is (Check it)

[Chorus: 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 ball is happening on Christmas day

[Verse 3: André 3000]
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 **** know in '93, that's how we coming
So ho-ho, hoes, check my king-ass 'fro
The gin and juice has got me tipsy so, um

[Verse 4: Big Boi]
It goes, give me ten, and I'll serve you then, now we bend
The corner in my Cadillac, my heart does not go pitty-pat for no rat
I'm leaning back, my elbow's out the window
Coke, rum and endo fills my body, where's the party?
We roll deep, we dip to Underground, sees 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, P-Funk, spark another one

[Chorus: 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 ball is happening on Christmas day