Oceans of Blood over Paradise
So long to say yes
Why don抰 they just say no?
They don抰 need anyone to be put to the test
Why don抰 they let us go
Livin?for the right to be, livin?for the right
Livin?for the right to be, livin?for the right
Livin?for the right to be free
We needed a plan, we needed defenses
We couldn抰 raise a smile
As the world looked on, they raided our senses
There can be no reconcile
Burning down, burning down, burning down, burning dow
No Mercy
(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