[Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, it's the players' night
Oh yeah, 1994
Player shit, baby
8Ball and MJG in the motherfuckin' house
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, it's the players' night

[Verse 1: 8Ball & MJG]
I'm just loungin', coolin', maxin' in the studio
Drinkin' on the 'yac, 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 (Meet me up at Pressure World)
Alright, nigga (Peace, nigga)
Pull up at Pressure World, blowin' on a fat one
I'm cool with everyone, but still pack a fat gun
I gotta meet my nigga MJG, you know?
He said he got the hook up with a couple of west Memphis hoes

[Verse 2: MJG]
Two hoes takin' off they clothes
Givin' up they mouth to the pimps in the house
Got seventeen dollars in my tank
And I think if the hoes wanna go and have drinks
But we ain't 'cause 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-four
How the fuck you figure I ain't coming through the front door?
Roll me a spliff with the tip up to my mouth
Fire that bitch up 'cause it's players' night out

[Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, it's the players' night
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, it's the players' night

[Verse 3: 8Ball]
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 'yac, but a nigga ain't drunk yet
Waitin' on a beep from this ho that 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 ho bitter
'Cause a player like myself does not want to get with her
Its still kind of early and I'm losin' my buzz
Stop by the crib and smoke a spliff in the hot tub
MJG is in the den gettin' chewed on
That nigga must be drunk, he still got his shoes on
I got a broad in the kitchen cookin' steaks
I'm puttin' on my clothes and I'm 'bout to hit the highway
I gotta get out this motherfuckin' house
So I can splurge on this players' night out

[Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, it's the players' night
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, it's the players' night

[Verse 3: MJG]
Ah, 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
Got a special kind of cup for my cognac
As I lean back, take a sip, and show these hoes where my love at
Ridin' down the avenue, fall up in the shake jar
Stack it to the wall as I fired up another blunt
MJG drunker than a motherfuckin' fish
With thirty-seven bitches on my dick
I got another destination, ain't no use in chillin' with these hoes
Those 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
But I'm in the middle of a players' night out

[Bridge]
Just a G (Just a G, yeah)
Just a player (Nothing but a P, yeah)
Just a G (Just a G, yeah)
Just a player (Nothing but a P, yeah)

[Interlude]
Oh, yeah, baby, it's 1994, 8Ball and MJG up in this bitch
We gonna do this shit, players gonna go out tonight, baby, yeah

[Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, it's the players' night
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, it's the players' night
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, it's the players' night
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, it's the players' night