Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Night, artist - The Game. Album song Doctor's Advocate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
One Night |
| I only fuck with you, on two occasions |
| When I’m drunk, when I’m high |
| I would be broke, if I would be with you |
| That is why it’s fo' one night |
| I’m a motherfucking gangbanging nightmare, wake up motherfuckers |
| I traded in my white Nike Airs |
| For a red pair of Converse, back to the hood |
| My own niggas acting like 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 Bentley then let you drive it |
| Gone for two days and I ain’t even check the mileage |
| When we was fighting with Crips it wasn’t about no dollars |
| It was about selling dope to put our kids through college |
| I’m sitting on the block, reminiscing for hours |
| Wiping my tears cause now half of my niggas is cowards |
| And I was still fuckin with niggas |
| After I got shot and didn’t get one hospital visit |
| My homey Snoop told me it’d be days like this |
| It hurt my heart, to say this shit |
| Red bandana in my back pocket, I’m for real |
| This ain’t a pastel color khaki suit, and I ain’t Pharrell |
| I don’t front about shit I pull my gun up out shit |
| And let everything fly to keep my son up outta this |
| I thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap |
| Remember, the bulletholes in my son’s car seat |
| My baby momma found four shells |
| I ain’t get one «keep your head up,» all I got was «keep it real» |
| 'Keep it real' my niggas? |
| Last year alone I spent one point five mill' on my niggas |
| After the bullshit, I stayed right there |
| Took you to award shows, there go Jay right there, where? |
| Right there! |
| I had all you niggas in suits, cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs |
| I’m supposed to enjoy this shit but it’s quite clear |
| The last twelve months been a fucking nightmare |
| This shit worse than arguing with my bitch |
| I done been through mo' ups and downs, than the Impala switch |
| Get yo hand out my pocket nigga, go fish |
| I was born by myself so I don’t owe y’all shit |
| Nigga you tell me, what you want me to do |
| Drop my son off at home and come bang wit’chu? |
| Oh now it’s fuck Game, nah nigga fuck you |
| I put that on my life, matter fact, that’s on Piru |
| And the reality is, I could die too |
| And end up in the cemetery, right beside you, we can both rot |
| Angels flying over my headstone, but the devils inside yo' box |
| You wanted my shine so I gave you ice |
| Then I gave you a second chance and you played me twice |
| Couldn’t be a real homeboy to save yo' life |
| I shoulda took Dr. Dre’s advice |
| Black Wall Street fo' life |
| Only fuck with you on two occasions |
| When I’m out of my mind, or when I’m high |
| I only, fuck with you… |