[Intro: T.I.]
Uh, hmm, okay
[Chorus: T.I.]
Now when the players in the house, we gon' turn shit out
Like you came home not guilty on all counts
Keep some drink in your cup and a joint in your mouth
You bet not do no goofy shit, caught out there running your mouth
Boy, this the playa ball, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, little bitch you're welcomed to the playa ball
Yeah (Alright)
Yeah (Well, alright)
Uh, hah
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm blowing reefer in the ride, Mike Jackson the vibe
With a pretty young thing on the passenger side
The forty-five in the cut, in case nigga nut up
Police get behind me, I'ma pass it to her
Mink coat to the floor since I did it with Puff
Showed a lot of y'all what getting it was
Hey listen, ain't no sense in getting in your feeling, lil' cuz
'Cause I don't wanna drag you out the building, lil' cuz
Plus, I think she just spiked my drink 'cause I'm feeling a buzz
Enjoying the high, don't you go to blowing it now
Come from a long line of players, generation in my DNA
Pull up to the playa ball like I'm at the VMA
In a stingaling color of a hundred dollar bill face
Diamonds over cash, mil, twice as much as last year
I see your bitch using on me, tell her bring her ass here
You know how it goes
Stick to the G code, she chose, yeah, uh (Yeah)
Stick to the G code, she chose, yeah (Yeah)
Heh, you know how it goes
Stick to the G code, she chose (Yeah)
[Chorus: T.I.]
Now when the players in the house, we gon' turn shit out
Like you came home not guilty on all counts
Keep some drink in your cup and a joint in your mouth
You bet not do no goofy shit, caught out there running your mouth
Boy, this the playa ball, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, little bitch you're welcomed to the playa ball
Yeah (Alright)
Yeah (Well, alright)
Uh
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Why you looking at me sideways? Let me get my point across
Geometrically, mental telepathy
My Cripping and pimping is sold separately
Sabrina, Katrina, Mina, and Bethany
Do it carefully
Bite the bullet while killing a fucking bear for me
I'm fly as the fuck, jump in the air for me
I don't do singles, go get a pair for me
And put it there for me
Proper preparation, prepared, perfected
My mellow, my metal is undetected
Run tell that Martin lie
Playas ball, bitch, I'm in the starting five
Fun in the joint
See, I see running the joint
Iree, Kyrie and I be running the point
Up and down like a elevator
And I'm having a hard time holding down these alligators
You haters been watching and running your mouth like a hawk
Never mind me, know my mink on the floor
The cameras flash as I tip through softly
I let my bottom bitch go collect my trophy
Picture that like a mack in a pimp pose
Yeah, nigga, she chose (She chose)
Yes sir, she chose
Yeah, nigga, she chose
[Chorus: T.I.]
Now when the players in the house, we gon' turn shit out
Like you came home not guilty on all counts
Keep some drink in your cup and a joint in your mouth
You bet not do no goofy shit, caught out there running your mouth
Boy, this the playa ball, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, little bitch you're welcomed to the playa ball
Yeah (Alright)
Yeah (Well, alright)
Uh
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