[Intro]
Man the scene was so thick
Low riders, seventy-seven Sevilles, El Do's
Nothing but them 'llacs
All the players, all the hustlers
I'm talking bout a black man heaven here, nahmsayin, yeah

[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
It's beginning to look a lot like Wood, 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 solid solid
I gots in [bad word] 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 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 boots I thought you knew so now you know
Let's go

[Hook]
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 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 [bad word] This is ridiculous, I'm getting serious, I'm getting curious
Cause the house is smelling stank the chitlins old as [bad word] I made no wishes cause I'm mobbing folk niggas in the back
Getting tipsy off the nog'gen, high as [bad word] off the contact smoke
They having a smoke 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 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 pimping, never slipping, that's how it is

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Boi]
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 niggas know in '93, that's how [bad word] So ho ho hoes, check my king [bad word] 'fro
The gin and juice has got me tipsy so

[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 elbows out the window [bad word] and indo fills my body, where's the party
We roll deep, we dip to Underground
See a lot of hoes around
I spit my game while waiting countdown
five fo' a three two [bad word] the one
new year has begun, P-Funk spark another one..

[Hook]

[Outro: Peaches]
Here's a little something for the players out there hustling
Getting down for theirs
From East Point, College Park, Decatur, DeVry
You know, niggas world wide
Down, for theirs

[Hook]