Eightball Amp Mjg Playerz Night Out Lyrics

Playerz Night Out Lyrics

(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 cuzz 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 cuzz 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



 cuzz 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 thechevy, 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



 Cuzz 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



 cuzz 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