Playerz Night Out Lyrics - Eightball & Mjg

(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 fuck 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 muthafuckin 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 muthafuckin 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