(feat. Andrea Martin)


[Chorus: Andrea Martin]

I only fuck 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 motherfuckin gangbangin nightmare, wake up motherfuckers

I traded in my white Nike Airs

For a rare pair of Converse, back to the hood

My own niggaz actin 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 niggaz 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 niggaz is cowards

And I was still fuckin with niggaz, 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



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[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 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 niggaz?

Last year alone I spent one point five mill' on my niggaz

After the bullshit, I stayed right there

Took you to award shows, there go J right there

Where? Right there! I had all you niggaz 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 fuckin nightmare



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[The Game]

This shit worse than arguin 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'chu 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 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 fuck with you on two occasions

When I'm out of my mind, or when I'm high

I only, fuck with you...