The Game - One Night Lyrics
(feat. Andrea Martin)[chorus: Andrea Martin]I Only ***** Wit'chu, On Two OccasionsWhen I'm Drunk, When I'm HighI Would Be Broke, If I Would Be Wit'chuThat Is Why It's Fo' One Night[the Game]I'm A Mother*****in Gangbangin Nightmare, Wake Up Mother*****ersI Traded In My White Nike AirsFor A Rare Pair Of Converse, Back To The HoodMy Own Niggaz Actin Like I Turned My Back On The HoodI Used My Rap Money To Put Crack In The HoodEven Brought The Nigga Dr. Dre Back To The HoodI Showed Niggaz The Bentley Then Let You Drive ItGone For Two Days And I Ain't Even Check The MileageWhen We Was Fightin With Crips It Wasn't About No DollarsIt Was About Sellin Dope To Put Our Kids Through CollegeI'm Sittin On The Block, Reminiscin For HoursWipin My Tears Cause Now Half Of My Niggaz Is CowardsAnd I Was Still *****in With Niggaz, After I Got ShotAnd Didn't Get One Hospital VisitMy Homey Snoop Told Me It'd Be Days Like ThisIt Hurt My Heart, To Say This Shit[chorus W/ Ad Libs][the Game]Red Bandana In My Back Pocket, I'm For RealThis Ain't A Pastel Color Khaki Suit, And I Ain't PharrellI Don't Front About Shit I Pull My Gun Up Out ShitAnd Let Everything Fly To Keep My Son Up Outta ThisI Thought You Loved Me Nigga, Talk Is CheapRemember, The Bulletholes In My Son's Car SeatMy Baby Momma Found Four Shells, I Ain't GetOne Keep Your Head Up, All I Got Was Keep It RealKeep It Real My Niggaz?Last Year Alone I Spent One Point Five Mill' On My NiggazAfter The Bullshit, I Stayed Right ThereTook You To Award Shows, There Go J Right ThereWhere? Right There! I Had All You Niggaz In SuitsCleaner Than A Pair Of Fresh Nike AirsI'm Supposed To Enjoy This Shit But It's Quite ClearThe Last Twelve Months Been A *****in Nightmare[chorus W/ Ad Libs][the Game]This Shit Worse Than Arguin With My *****I Done Been Through Mo' Ups And Downs, Than The Impala SwitchGet Yo' Hand Out My Pocket Nigga, Go FishI Was Born By Myself So I Don't Owe Y'all ShitNigga You Tell Me, What'chu Want Me To DoDrop My Son Off At Home And Come Bang Wit'chu?Oh Now It's ***** Game, Nah Nigga ***** YouI Put That On My Life, Matter Fact, That's On PiruAnd The Reality Is, I Could Die TooAnd End Up In The Cemetery, Right Beside YouWe Can Both Ride, Angels Flyin Over My HeadStoned But The Devils Inside Yo' BoxYou Wanted My Shine So I Gave You IceThen I Gave You A Second Chance And You Played Me TwiceCouldn't Be A Real Homeboy To Save Yo' LifeI Shoulda Took Dr. Dre's Advice[chorus W/ Ad Libs][outro - Andrea Martin]Black Wall Street Fo' LifeOnly ***** With You On Two OccasionsWhen I'm Out Of My Mind, Or When I'm HighI Only, ***** With You...
