The Game One Night Lyrics

[Chorus: Andrea Martin]
I only f___ 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 m_________in g_______in nightmare, wake up m_________ers
I traded in my white Nike Airs
For a rare pair of Converse, back to the hood
My own n____z actin like I turned my back on the hood
I used my rap money to put crack in the hood
Even brought the n____ Dr. Dre back to the hood
I showed n____z 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____z is cowards
And I was still f___in with n____z, 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 s___

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

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[The Game]
This s___ worse than arguin with my b____
I done been through mo' ups and downs, than the Impala switch
Get yo' hand out my pocket n____, go fish
I was born by myself so I don't owe y'all s___
n____ 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___ Game, nah n____ f___ 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___ with you on two occasions
When I'm out of my mind, or when I'm high
I only, f___ with you...