Players Night Out

(Music plays in back)
Chorus(singing)
O-OH-O-O-OH-O-OH It's the playerz night
O-OH-O-O-OH-O-OH it's the players night

Verse 1: Eightball

I'm just loungin, coolin, maxin in the studio
Drankin on the yak, smokin fat mac indo
Five-o, droptop, watermelon flip flop
Put her to the floor and watch how fast that ass drop
Oh my god the sun is out I feel like ridin G, (MJG- meet me up at
Pressure world),
Alright nigga(MJG-Peace Nigga)
Pull up at pressure world blowin on the fat one
I'm cool with everyone but still pack a fat gun
I gotta meet my nigga MJG ya know
He said he got the hook up with a couple of west Memphis hoes

Verse 2: MJG

Two hoes takin off they clothes
Given up they mouth to the pimps of the house
Got seveteen dollars in my tank and I think if the hoes wanna have
Dranks
But we ain't 'causez we can't waste time on a hotcap
Shit like ridin with a bitch all in my lap
I got pimp shit planned for the nine-fo
How the f**k you figure I coming through the front door
Roll me spliff with the tip up to my mouth
Fire dat bitch up 'causez its players night out

Chorus: x2

Verse 3: Eightball

Yeah you know where I'm headin fool
Straight to the nigga with the herbs I gotta smoke a spliff
So I can calm my nerves
Full of yak
But a nigga ain't drunk yet

Waitin on a beep from this hoe I just met
She's a star so I gotta get her put the mack down tight
So I know I'm gonna hit her
Split her, then get up and leave the hoe bitter
'Causez I play her like myself does not want to get her
Its still kinda early and I'm losing my buzz
Stop by the crib smoke a spliff in the hot tub
MJG is in the den gettin chwed on
That nigga must be drunk he still got his shoes on
I gotta broad in the kitchen cookin steaks
I'm puttin on my clothes and I'm bout to hit the highway
I got to get out this muthaf**kin house so I can splurge
On this playerz night out

Chorus: x2

Verse 4: MJG

Ahhh Shit
Just got hit with a heavy quantity of bud
Hit the chevy, as I flip to the mall scopin out the bitches
On the strip
Shorts glued down to they hips
Gotta a special kinda cup for my cognac
'Causez I lean back, take a sip, and show these hoes where my love at
Ridin down the avenue followin a stranga
Stack it to the wall as I fire up another blunt
MJG druker than a muthaf**kin fish with thirty-seven bitches in my dick
I got another destination ain't no use in chillin wit these hoes
'Causez bitches want riches
And I
Being the type of hustler that I am really don't give a god damn
B-U-S-I-N-E-double S is what I'm all about
Put'em in a middle of a playaz night out

(Singing in the back)x2
Just a G
Just a Pimp

Chorus: x2