Correction Lyrics Player’s Ball (Christmas Mix) by OutKast

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Man, let me hit that, man
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, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah

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 weather, have 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 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

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 on Christmas day

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 b*t*hes
I made no wishes cause I'm mobbin', folk n***as 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, ha, yeah
Forever pimpin', never slippin', that's how it is (Check it)

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 on Christmas day

Ain't no chimneys in the ghetto, so I won't be hanging my socks on no chimney
I'm fit 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 n***as know in '93, that's how we comin'
So ho ho hoes, check my king-ass 'fro
The gin and juice has got me tipsy so, um

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 indo 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 (Yeah)

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 on Christmas day

Here's a little something for the players out there hustling
Getting down for theirs
From East Point, College Park, Decatur, the 'Briar
You know, n***as worldwide
Down for theirs

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 on Christmas day

All the players came from far and wide

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