| I only fuck with you, on two occasions
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| When I’m drunk, when I’m high
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| I would be broke, if I would be with you
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| That is why it’s fo' one night
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| I’m a motherfucking gangbanging nightmare, wake up motherfuckers
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| I traded in my white Nike Airs
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| For a red pair of Converse, back to the hood
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| My own niggas acting like I turned my back on the hood
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| I used my rap money to put crack in the hood
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| Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood
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| I showed niggas the Bentley then let you drive it
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| Gone for two days and I ain’t even check the mileage
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| When we was fighting with Crips it wasn’t about no dollars
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| It was about selling dope to put our kids through college
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| I’m sitting on the block, reminiscing for hours
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| Wiping my tears cause now half of my niggas is cowards
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| And I was still fuckin with niggas
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| After I got shot and didn’t get one hospital visit
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| My homey Snoop told me it’d be days like this
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| It hurt my heart, to say this shit
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| Red bandana in my back pocket, I’m for real
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| This ain’t a pastel color khaki suit, and I ain’t Pharrell
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| I don’t front about shit I pull my gun up out shit
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| And let everything fly to keep my son up outta this
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| I thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap
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| Remember, the bulletholes in my son’s car seat
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| My baby momma found four shells
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| I ain’t get one «keep your head up,» all I got was «keep it real»
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| 'Keep it real' my niggas?
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| Last year alone I spent one point five mill' on my niggas
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| After the bullshit, I stayed right there
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| Took you to award shows, there go Jay right there, where? |
| Right there!
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| I had all you niggas in suits, cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs
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| I’m supposed to enjoy this shit but it’s quite clear
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| The last twelve months been a fucking nightmare
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| This shit worse than arguing with my bitch
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| I done been through mo' ups and downs, than the Impala switch
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| Get yo hand out my pocket nigga, go fish
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| I was born by myself so I don’t owe y’all shit
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| Nigga you tell me, what you want me to do
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| Drop my son off at home and come bang wit’chu?
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| Oh now it’s fuck Game, nah nigga fuck you
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| I put that on my life, matter fact, that’s on Piru
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| And the reality is, I could die too
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| And end up in the cemetery, right beside you, we can both rot
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| Angels flying over my headstone, but the devils inside yo' box
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| You wanted my shine so I gave you ice
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| Then I gave you a second chance and you played me twice
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| Couldn’t be a real homeboy to save yo' life
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| I shoulda took Dr. Dre’s advice
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| Black Wall Street fo' life
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| Only fuck with you on two occasions
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| When I’m out of my mind, or when I’m high
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| I only, fuck with you… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Night , by - The Game. Song from the album Doctor's Advocate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп