Biografia:
Jayceon Terrell Taylor (29 de novembro de 1979 em Los Angeles, California), mais conhecido simplesmente como The Game, é um rapper norte americano. The Game chegou a fama em 2005, com o sucesso de seu álbum The Documentary tendo ganho dois Grammy. Desde então, The Game é considerado ser uma grande força do hip hop da "Costa Oeste", competindo contra o hip hop da "Costa Leste". Recentemente The Game alterou seu nome artistico The Game para apenas Game.
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THE GAME - ONE NIGHT
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[From Doctor's Advocate (2006)]
[Alternative Easy Chords: Dm, Em, Am]
[Chorus]
Cm (335543) Bm (113321) Fm (133111)
I only fuck with you on two occasions
Cm Bm Fm
When I'm drunk, when I'm high
Cm Bm Fm
I will be broo-oke, if I would be with you
Cm Bm Fm
That is why it's for one night (one one one one...)
Cm
I'm a muthafuckin' gang bangin' Nightmare
Bm Fm
Wake up mudafuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs
Cm Bm
For a red pair of converse, Back to the hood
Fm
My own niggas actin' like I turned my back on the hood
Cm Bm...
I used my rap money to put crack in the hood
Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood
I show niggas the Bentley, then let you drive it
Gone for 2 days and I didnt even check the mileage
When we was fighting with Crips it wasnt bout no dollars
It was about selling dope to put our kids thru college
I'm sittin' on the block reminiscing for hours
whipping my tears cuz now half of my niggas is cowards
And I was still f**kin' with niggas
after I got shot and didnt get one hospital visit
My homie Snoop told me it be days like this
It hurt my heart to say this shit
[Chorus]
Red bandanna in my back pocket I'm for real
This aint no pastel color kacki suit and I aint Pharrell
I don't front bout shit, I pull my gun bout shit
And let everything fly to keep my son up out of this
I thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap
Remember, the bullet holes in my son's car seat
My baby momma found four shells
I aint 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 bullshit 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 shit but it's quite clear
The last 12 months been a fuckin' nightmare
[Chorus]
This shit is worst then arguing with my bitch
I done been through more up and downs then an Impala swith
Get your hand out of my pocket nigga, go fish
I was born by myself so I don't owe yall shit
Nigga you tell me, what you want me to do
Drop my son off at home and come bang with u?
Oh now it's fuck Game, Naw Nigga fuck 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
THE GAME - ONE NIGHT
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[From Doctor's Advocate (2006)]
[Alternative Easy Chords: Dm, Em, Am]
[Chorus]
Cm (335543) Bm (113321) Fm (133111)
I only fuck with you on two occasions
Cm Bm Fm
When I'm drunk, when I'm high
Cm Bm Fm
I will be broo-oke, if I would be with you
Cm Bm Fm
That is why it's for one night (one one one one...)
Cm
I'm a muthafuckin' gang bangin' Nightmare
Bm Fm
Wake up mudafuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs
Cm Bm
For a red pair of converse, Back to the hood
Fm
My own niggas actin' like I turned my back on the hood
Cm Bm...
I used my rap money to put crack in the hood
Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood
I show niggas the Bentley, then let you drive it
Gone for 2 days and I didnt even check the mileage
When we was fighting with Crips it wasnt bout no dollars
It was about selling dope to put our kids thru college
I'm sittin' on the block reminiscing for hours
whipping my tears cuz now half of my niggas is cowards
And I was still f**kin' with niggas
after I got shot and didnt get one hospital visit
My homie Snoop told me it be days like this
It hurt my heart to say this shit
[Chorus]
Red bandanna in my back pocket I'm for real
This aint no pastel color kacki suit and I aint Pharrell
I don't front bout shit, I pull my gun bout shit
And let everything fly to keep my son up out of this
I thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap
Remember, the bullet holes in my son's car seat
My baby momma found four shells
I aint 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 bullshit 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 shit but it's quite clear
The last 12 months been a fuckin' nightmare
[Chorus]
This shit is worst then arguing with my bitch
I done been through more up and downs then an Impala swith
Get your hand out of my pocket nigga, go fish
I was born by myself so I don't owe yall shit
Nigga you tell me, what you want me to do
Drop my son off at home and come bang with u?
Oh now it's fuck Game, Naw Nigga fuck 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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