One Night (Album Version|Explicit)
The Game"One Night (Album Version|Explicit)" is a song by The Game, released in 2006 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:56 long and contains 56 lines and 532 words.
Lyrics
0:03I only f**k with you on two occasions
0:35When I＇m drunk when I＇m high
0:35I will be broke if I would be with you
0:37That is why it＇s for one night （one one one one ）
0:39I＇m a muthaf**kin＇ gang bangin＇ Nightmare
0:44Wake up mudaf**kers I traded in my white Nike Airs
0:49For a red pair of converse Back to the hood
0:51My own niggas actin＇ like I turned my back on the hood
0:54I used my rap money to put crack in the hood
0:58Even brought the ni**a Dr Dre back to the hood
1:01I show niggas the Bentley then let you drive it
1:03Gone for 2 days and I didn＇t even check the mileage
1:05When we was fighting with Crips it wasn＇t bout no dollars
1:08It was about selling d**e to put our kids thru college
1:11I＇m sittin＇ on the block reminiscing for hours
1:14Whipping my tears ＇cause now half of my niggas is cowards
1:16And I was still f**kin＇ with niggas
1:18After I got shot and didn＇t get one hospital visit
1:26My homie Snoop told me it be days like this
1:28It hurt my heart to say this sh*t
1:32I only f**k with you on two occasions
1:33When I＇m drunk when I＇m high
1:35I will be broke if I would be with you
1:39That is why it＇s for one night （one one one one ）
1:44Red bandanna in my back pocket I＇m for real
1:49This ain't no pastel color kacki suit and I ain't Pharrell
1:53I don＇t front bout sh*t I pull my gun bout sh*t
2:00And let everything fly to keep my son up out of this
2:07I thought you loved me ni**a talk is cheap
2:09Remember the bullet holes in my son＇s car seat
2:13My baby momma found four shells
2:14I ain't get one keep your head up
2:15All i got was keep it real Keep it real my niggas
2:18Last year alone I spent 1 5 mil on my niggas
2:20After the b******t I stayed right there
2:26Took you to award shows there go Jay right there
2:27＂Where ＂ ＂Right there＂
2:28I had you niggas in suits cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs
2:30I＇m suppose to enjoy this sh*t but it＇s quite clear
2:30The last 12 months been a f**kin＇ nightmare
2:31This sh*t is worst then arguing with my b**ch
2:31I done been through more up and downs then an Impala swith
2:33Get your hand out of my pocket ni**a go fish
2:34I was born by myself so I don＇t owe yall sh*t
2:38Ni**a you tell me what you want me to do
2:41Drop my son off at home and come bang with u
2:43Oh now it＇s f**k Game Naw Ni**a f**k u
2:44I put that on my life matter of fact that＇s on Piru
2:47And really is I can die too
2:49And end up in the cemetery right beside you
2:50We can both ride Angels flying over my head stone
2:51But the devils inside your box
2:52You wanted my shine so I gaved you ice
2:53Then I gaved you a second change & you played me twice
2:55Couldn＇t be a real homeboy to save your life
2:56I should of took Dr Dre＇s advise
I only f**k with you on two occasions When I＇m drunk when I＇m high I will be broke if I would be with you That is why it＇s for one night （one one one one ） I＇m a muthaf**kin＇ gang bangin＇ Nightmare Wake up mudaf**kers I traded in my white Nike Airs For a red pair of converse Back to the hood My own niggas actin＇ like I turned my back on the hood I used my rap money to put crack in the hood Even brought the ni**a Dr Dre back to the hood I show niggas the Bentley then let you drive it Gone for 2 days and I didn＇t even check the mileage When we was fighting with Crips it wasn＇t bout no dollars It was about selling d**e to put our kids thru college I＇m sittin＇ on the block reminiscing for hours Whipping my tears ＇cause now half of my niggas is cowards And I was still f**kin＇ with niggas After I got shot and didn＇t get one hospital visit My homie Snoop told me it be days like this It hurt my heart to say this sh*t I only f**k with you on two occasions When I＇m drunk when I＇m high I will be broke if I would be with you That is why it＇s for one night （one one one one ） Red bandanna in my back pocket I＇m for real This ain't no pastel color kacki suit and I ain't Pharrell I don＇t front bout sh*t I pull my gun bout sh*t And let everything fly to keep my son up out of this I thought you loved me ni**a talk is cheap Remember the bullet holes 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 1 5 mil on my niggas After the b******t I stayed right there Took you to award shows there go Jay right there ＂Where ＂ ＂Right there＂ I had you niggas in suits cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs I＇m suppose to enjoy this sh*t but it＇s quite clear The last 12 months been a f**kin＇ nightmare This sh*t is worst then arguing with my b**ch I done been through more up and downs then an Impala swith Get your hand out of my pocket ni**a go fish I was born by myself so I don＇t owe yall sh*t Ni**a you tell me what you want me to do Drop my son off at home and come bang with u Oh now it＇s f**k Game Naw Ni**a f**k u I put that on my life matter of fact that＇s on Piru And really is I can die too And end up in the cemetery right beside you We can both ride Angels flying over my head stone But the devils inside your box You wanted my shine so I gaved you ice Then I gaved you a second change & you played me twice Couldn＇t be a real homeboy to save your life I should of took Dr Dre＇s advise
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