Lyrics

[Intro: Rico Wade] 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, nahmsayin? 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 together Gots no snowy weathеr, have to find something to do bettеr, bet I said subtract, so shut up that, nonsense about some silent, silent I gots it crunk, if it ain't real, ain't right I'm like no matter what the season Forever chill with chill I sip my -, I chill I chill, got my reasons So tell me, what did you expect? You thought I'd break my neck, to help y'all deck the, the Oh naw, I got other means of celebrating I'm getting blizzard at HoJo, I got that hoochie waiting I made it through another year, can't ask for nothing much more It's OutKast for the books, I thought you knew, so now you know, let's go [Hook: 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, all day ery'day [Verse 2: Big Boi] Halle-lu-jah, halle-lu-jah Y'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 folk, folks in the back Getting tipsy off the nog and havin' the blitz that don't die out, choke They having a sessions out in my back seat 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, looking for snitches I'm wide open on the freeway, my pager broke my vibe 'Cause a junkie is a junkie 365 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 [Hook: 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's ball is happening, all day ery'day [Verse 3: Big Boi] 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, let you know in oh, that's how we coming So ho, so ho-hoes, check my king-ass 'fro The gin and juice has got me tipsy so, um [Verse 4: André 3000] 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 - Fills my body, where's the party? We roll deep, we dip to Underground, sees a lot of, lot of 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 [Hook: 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's ball is happening, all day ery'day [Bridge: Peaches] Here's a little something for the players out there hustling Getting down for theirs From East Point, College Park, Decatur, Da 'Briar You know, - worldwide Down, for theirs [Hook: 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's ball is happening, all day ery'day [Outro: Sleepy Brown] All the players came from far and wide...