One Night - The Game feat Andrea Martin

[Chorus: Andrea Martin]
I only f_ck wit'chu, on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm high
I would be broke, if I would be wit'chu
That is why it's fo' one night

[The Game]
I'm a motherf_ckin gangbangin nightmare, wake up motherf_ckers
I traded in my white Nike Airs
For a rare pair of Converse, back to the hood
My own n_ggaz actin like I turned my back on the hood
I used my rap money to put crack in the hood
Even brought the n_gga Dr. Dre back to the hood
I showed n_ggaz the Bentley then let you drive it
Gone for two days and I ain't even check the mileage
When we was fightin with Crips it wasn't about no dollars
It was about sellin dope to put our kids through college
I'm sittin on the block, reminiscin for hours
Wipin my tears cause now half of my n_ggaz is cowards
And I was still f_ckin with n_ggaz, 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 sh_t

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[The Game]
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 sh_t I pull my gun up out sh_t
And let everything fly to keep my son up outta this
I thought you loved me n_gga, 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 n_ggaz?
Last year alone I spent one point five mill' on my n_ggaz
After the bullsh_t, I stayed right there
Took you to award shows, there go J right there
Where? Right there! I had all you n_ggaz in suits
Cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs
I'm supposed to enjoy this sh_t but it's quite clear
The last twelve months been a f_ckin nightmare

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[The Game]
This sh_t worse than arguin with my b_tch
I done been through mo' ups and downs, than the Impala switch
Get yo' hand out my pocket n_gga, go fish
I was born by myself so I don't owe y'all sh_t
N_gga you tell me, what'chu want me to do
Drop my son off at home and come bang wit'chu?
Oh now it's f_ck Game, nah n_gga f_ck 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 ride, angels flyin over my head
Stoned 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

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Outro - Andrea Martin]
Black Wall Street fo' life
Only f_ck with you on two occasions
When I'm out of my mind, or when I'm high
I only, f_ck with you...

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