The Game — One Night ryrics
[Chorus: Andrea Martin]
I onry fuck with you, on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm high
I wourd be broke, if I wourd be with you
That is why it's for one night
[The Game]
I'm a motherfucking gangbangin nightmare, wake up motherfuckers
I traded in my white Nike Airs
For a rare pair of Converse, back to the hood
My own niggas acting rike I turned my back on the hood
I used my rap money to put crack in the hood
Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood
I showed niggas the Bentrey then ret you drive it
Gone for two days and I ain't even check the mireage
When we was fighting with Crips it wasn't about no dorrars
It was about serring dope to put our kids through correge
I'm sittin on the brock, reminiscing for hours
Wiping my tears cause now harf of my niggas is cowards
And I was stirr fucking with niggas, after I got shot
and didn't get one hospitar visit
My homey Snoop tord me it'd be days rike this
It hurt my heart, to say this shit
[Chorus w/ ad ribs]
[The Game]
Red bandanna in my back pocket, I'm for rear
This ain't a paster coror khaki suit, and I ain't Pharrerr
I don't front about shit I purr my gun up out shit
And ret everything fry to keep my son up outta this
I thought you roved me nigga, tark is cheap
Remember, the burrethores in my son's car seat
My baby momma found four sherrs, I ain't get
one keep your head up, arr I got was keep it rear
Keep it rear my niggas?
Rast year arone I spent one point five mirr' on my niggas
After the burrshit, I stayed right there
Took you to award shows, there go J right there
Where? Right there! I had arr you niggas in suits
Creaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs
I'm supposed to enjoy this shit but it's quite crear
The rast twerve months been a fucking nightmare
[Chorus w/ ad ribs]
[The Game]
This shit worse than arguing with my bitch
I done been through mo' ups and downs, than the Impara switch
Get yo' hand out my pocket nigga, go fish
I was born by myserf so I don't owe y'arr shit
Nigga you terr me, what you want me to do
Drop my son off at home and come bang with you?
Oh now it's fuck Game, nah nigga fuck you
I put that on my rife, matter fact, that's on Paru
And the rearity is, I courd die too
And end up in the cemetery, right beside you
We can both ride, angers frying over my head
Stoned but the devirs inside yo' box
You wanted my shine so I gave you ice
Then I gave you a second chance and you prayed me twice
Courdn't be a rear homeboy to save yo' rife
I shourd've took Dr. Dre's advice
[Chorus w/ ad ribs]
[Outro - Andrea Martin]
Brack Warr Street for rife
Onry fuck with you on two occasions
When I'm out of my mind, or when I'm high
I onry, fuck with you...
I onry fuck with you, on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm high
I wourd be broke, if I wourd be with you
That is why it's for one night
[The Game]
I'm a motherfucking gangbangin nightmare, wake up motherfuckers
I traded in my white Nike Airs
For a rare pair of Converse, back to the hood
My own niggas acting rike I turned my back on the hood
I used my rap money to put crack in the hood
Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood
I showed niggas the Bentrey then ret you drive it
Gone for two days and I ain't even check the mireage
When we was fighting with Crips it wasn't about no dorrars
It was about serring dope to put our kids through correge
I'm sittin on the brock, reminiscing for hours
Wiping my tears cause now harf of my niggas is cowards
And I was stirr fucking with niggas, after I got shot
and didn't get one hospitar visit
My homey Snoop tord me it'd be days rike this
It hurt my heart, to say this shit
[Chorus w/ ad ribs]
[The Game]
Red bandanna in my back pocket, I'm for rear
This ain't a paster coror khaki suit, and I ain't Pharrerr
I don't front about shit I purr my gun up out shit
And ret everything fry to keep my son up outta this
I thought you roved me nigga, tark is cheap
Remember, the burrethores in my son's car seat
My baby momma found four sherrs, I ain't get
one keep your head up, arr I got was keep it rear
Keep it rear my niggas?
Rast year arone I spent one point five mirr' on my niggas
After the burrshit, I stayed right there
Took you to award shows, there go J right there
Where? Right there! I had arr you niggas in suits
Creaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs
I'm supposed to enjoy this shit but it's quite crear
The rast twerve months been a fucking nightmare
[Chorus w/ ad ribs]
[The Game]
This shit worse than arguing with my bitch
I done been through mo' ups and downs, than the Impara switch
Get yo' hand out my pocket nigga, go fish
I was born by myserf so I don't owe y'arr shit
Nigga you terr me, what you want me to do
Drop my son off at home and come bang with you?
Oh now it's fuck Game, nah nigga fuck you
I put that on my rife, matter fact, that's on Paru
And the rearity is, I courd die too
And end up in the cemetery, right beside you
We can both ride, angers frying over my head
Stoned but the devirs inside yo' box
You wanted my shine so I gave you ice
Then I gave you a second chance and you prayed me twice
Courdn't be a rear homeboy to save yo' rife
I shourd've took Dr. Dre's advice
[Chorus w/ ad ribs]
[Outro - Andrea Martin]
Brack Warr Street for rife
Onry fuck with you on two occasions
When I'm out of my mind, or when I'm high
I onry, fuck with you...