The Game - On One Lyrics
Stop goin' through my cellphone, they trippin', I dunno what the hell wrongBig dippin', she on some s**t, I got a Louie luggage pack for the longest tripI'm like girl, you ain't my baby mommaYou ain't my girlfriend, whyle up in the club, n****s tryna f**kHoldin' bottles up, got ya caught up in that whirlWhen ya textin' like King, what ya do?[Hook:]I'm in the club feelin' niceI'm on oneOh, I drink with youI'm on oneDamn it, boy, I hate you so much[Verse 2:]You can blame yoself fo' doin' this to meDamn, I hate ya so muchGot me feelin' like a lease in hereSo many girls to my left and my rightIf I get one more drink, I can switch to the otha side[Hook:]I'm in the club feelin' niceI'm on oneOh, I drink with youI'm on oneDamn it, boy, I hate you so muchIn the club, feelin' nice, she betta roll a diceShe give me that wet, I give her this pipeOh, I'm flyin' out when I be outta townf**k her in the room with the speakers loud, yeaShe gimme head on the highway, she say her favorite position is sideways Woah, found out she ain't the only girlSent me straight to the voicemailI text her where the f**k you at?She hit back[Hook:]I'm in the club feelin' niceI'm on oneOh, I drink with youI'm on oneDamn it, boy, I hate you so muchYou a damn peach, but I ain't no side pieceWho this otha n***a, cuz I got my side piece?And I got my side-chick, replacement killasThis babysittin', Versace, you hate me, b***hBut with you sittin' beside me in that 'gattiFeelin' like Erve when I swerve, watch me murder the curveBetta murda yo mind, she got words fo' ya birds[Hook: x2]I'm in the club feelin' niceI'm on oneOh, I drink with youI'm on oneDamn it, boy, I hate you so much
