One Night
[Chorus: Andrea Martin]
\r\nI only fuck wit'chu, on two occasions
\r\nWhen I'm drunk, when I'm high
\r\nI would be broke, if I would be wit'chu
\r\nThat is why it's fo' one night
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\r\n[The Game]
\r\nI'm a motherfuckin' gang-bangin' nightmare,
\r\nWake up motherfuckers!
\r\nI traded in my white Nike Airs,
\r\nFor a red pair of Converse, back to the hood,
\r\nMy own niggaz actin' like I turned my back on the hood.
\r\nI used my rap money to put crack in the hood,
\r\nEven brought the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood.
\r\nI showed niggaz the Bentley then let you drive it,
\r\nGone for two days and I ain't even check the mileage.
\r\nWhen we was fightin' with Crips it wasn't about no dollars;
\r\nIt was about sellin' dope to put our kids through college.
\r\nI'm sittin' on the block, reminiscin' for hours,
\r\nWipin' my tears cause now half of my niggaz is cowards.
\r\nAnd I was still fuckin' with niggaz, after I got shot,
\r\nand didn't get one hospital visit.
\r\nMy homey Snoop told me it'd be days like this,
\r\nIt hurt my heart, to say this shit:
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\r\n[Chorus w/ ad libs]
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\r\n[The Game]
\r\nRed bandana in my back pocket, I'm for real,
\r\nThis ain't a pastel color khaki suit, and I ain't Pharrell.
\r\nI don't front about shit I pull my gun up out shit;
\r\nAnd let everythin' fly to keep my son up outta this.
\r\nI thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap;
\r\nRemember, the bulletholes in my son's car seat?
\r\nMy baby momma found four shells, I ain't get
\r\none \"Keep your head up\", all I got was \"Keep it real.\"
\r\nKeep it real my niggaz?
\r\nLast year alone I spent one point five mill' on my niggaz!
\r\nAfter the bullshit, I stayed right there;
\r\nTook you to award shows, \"There go J right there.\"
\r\n\"Where?\", \"Right there!\" I had all you niggaz in suits,
\r\nCleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs.
\r\nI'm supposed to enjoy this shit, but it's quite clear;
\r\nThe last twelve months been a fuckin' nightmare!
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\r\n[Chorus w/ ad libs]
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\r\n[The Game]
\r\nThis shit worse than arguin with my bitch;
\r\nI done been through more ups and downs, than a Impala switch.
\r\nGet'cho hand out my pocket nigga, go fish;
\r\nI was born by myself so I don't owe y'all shit!
\r\nNigga you tell me, what'chu want me to do;
\r\nDrop my son off at home and come bang wit'chu?
\r\nOh, now it's \"Fuck Game\", nah, nigga, FUCK YOU!
\r\n...I put that on my life, matter fact, that's on Piru.
\r\nAnd the reality is, I could die too,
\r\nAnd end up in the cemetery, right beside you.
\r\nWe can both rot, angels flyin over my head stone,
\r\nBut the devils inside yo' box.
\r\nYou wanted my shine so I gave you ice,
\r\nThen I gave you a second chance and you played me twice.
\r\nCouldn't be a real homeboy to save yo' life...
\r\nI shoulda took Dr. Dre's advice.
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\r\n[Chorus w/ ad libs]
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\r\n[Outro - Andrea Martin]
\r\nBlack Wall Street fo' life.
\r\nOnly fuck with you on two occasions,
\r\nWhen I'm out of my mind, or when I'm high...
\r\nI only, fuck with you...
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