Player Nite Out Songtext
von 8Ball & 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 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