Eightball: Playerz 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 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 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 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