Текст T.I. – Playas Ball

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 better not do no goofy shit, caught out there runnin’ yo mouth

I’m blowin’ reefer in the ride, Mike Jackson the vibe
With a pretty young thing on the passenger side
The .45 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 ‘gettin’ it’ was
Aye, listen ain’t no sense in gettin’ in yo feelings lil cuh
‘Cause I don’t want to drag you out the building lil cuh
Plus I think she just spiked my drink ’cause I’m feeling the buzz
Enjoying the high, don’t you go to blowing it now
Come from a long line of players
Generations, in my DNA
Pull up to the ‘Playas Ball’ like I’m at the VMA’s
In a stanky link color of a hundred dollar bill face
Diamonds over cashmere
Twice as much as last year
I see your bitch choosin’ on me
Tell her bring her ass here
You know how it goes, stick to the G-code
She chose, yeah
Stick to the G-code
She chose, yeah
You know how it goes, stick to the G-code
She chose

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 better not do no goofy shit, caught out there runnin’ yo mouth
Boy, this the ‘Playas Ball’ (Ugh, yeah)
Lil’ bitch you’re welcome to the ‘Playas Ball’ (Yeah, ugh)

Why you lookin’ at me sideways, let me get my point across
Geometrically, mental telepathy
My crippin’ and pimpin’ is sold separately
Sabrina, Katrina, Mina, and Bethany
Do it carefully, bite the bullet
While killin’ a fuckin’ 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 Dat,’ Martin live
‘Playas Ball,’ bitch I’m in the starting 5 (Yes sir)
Fun in the joint, see I see running the joint
Irie, Kyrie and I be running the point
Up and down, like an elevator
And I’m having a hard time holding down these alligators
You haters been watching and running your mouth like a hoe
Never mind me, nor 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 mac in a pimp pose
Yeah, nigga she chose
(Choose up one time) (Yes sir)
(Fuck with a real player, choose up bitch)
She chose

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 better not do no goofy shit, caught out there runnin’ yo mouth
Boy, this the ‘Playas Ball’ (Ugh, yeah)
Lil’ bitch you’re welcome to the ‘Playas Ball’ (Yeah, ugh)