Player’s Ball (Remix Version) OutKast

[Intro: Rico Wade]
Man, let me hit that, man
You gon' pass that?
Man, the scene was so thick
Lowriders, '77 Sevilles, El Dogs, nothin' 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

[Verse 1: André 3000]
It's beginnin' 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 weather, have to find somethin' to do better, bet
I sets up trap, 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 celebratin'
I'm gettin' blizzard at HoJo, I got that hoochie waitin'
I made it through another year can't ask for nothin' much more
It's OutKast for the books, I thought you knew so now you know
Let's go