The Game ● One Time

[Verse 1: The Game]
The fentanyl free but the addiction gon' cost you
(One time, one time, nigga, one time)
I lost you, FN'd out your eyes when I crossed you
Stretch Maybach instead of payin' my lawsuits
Hit me in the Hellcat truck, duckin'...⇣ More

[Verse 1: The Game]
The fentanyl free but the addiction gon' cost you
(One time, one time, nigga, one time)
I lost you, FN'd out your eyes when I crossed you
Stretch Maybach instead of payin' my lawsuits
Hit me in the Hellcat truck, duckin' the— (One time)
Let it off in the club, it was always more than one Shyne (Shyne)
Pop the cork on the bottle of aged Opus
Rawdoggin' hoes, nightmares of dyin' with AIDS, hopeless (One time)
For my niggas in the graveyard
Confused about religion 'cause God couldn't save y'all
Prayed to Allah like I was suited with a bow tie
Prayed to the Most High, then I went multiplatinum with hits
Still fuckin' low-level bitches that's ratchet as shit
Betty Boop and Mickey Mouse tatted on asses and shit (Asses and shit)
Type of bitches that'll twerk on a casket and shit
Maybach a hearse how we slidin' past
(One time, one time, nigga, one time)






[Bridge: Ice-T]
I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin'
King of my jungle, just a gangster stalkin'
Livin' life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse
Vendettas of death back; the colors I choose
Red or Blue, Cuz or Blood, it just don't matter
Sucka dive for your life when my shotgun scatters
The gangs of L.A. will never die - just multiply

[Verse 2: The Game]
Nigga, there go the— (One time, one time, nigga, one time)
Gang Task Force pullin' doors off the traphouse
Niggas don't know the difference between that and the crackhouse
Intricate gang signs 'cause phones gettin' tapped out
We them niggas that Franklin and Leon try to act out
Livin' the lifestyle fake niggas wanna rap 'bout
They scatter like roaches when a nigga pull his strap out
Get shot and stay quiet unless you got more than one spawn
How you say "snitch" in Japanese? Tekashiota (One time)
Nigga, we don't talk to the cops
All these drills and automatics, ain't no talkin' to opps
My pops and my uncle told me that and let me hold the strap
Cracked my homie Reggie, mama sold me that
I was just a thug from around the way
Bandana wrapped around my face, movin' the ounce a day
I was nine years old on the drumline
Smokin' with my older cousins, nigga, let me hit that shit
(One time, one time, nigga, one time)


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