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