One Night Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

 [Alternative Easy Chords: Dm, Em, Am]

Chorus

 I only fCmuck with you Bm on two occFmasions

 When I'm drCmunk, when I'm hBmigh Fm

 I will be brCmoo-oke, Bmif I would be with yFmou

 That is why it's fCmor one nightBm (one one one Fmone...)

 I'm a muthafuckin' gang bCmangin' Nightmare

 Wake Bmup mudafuckers, I trFmaded in my white Nike Airs

 For a rCmed pair of converse, BBmack to the hood

 My Fmown niggas actin' like I turned my back on the hood

 I Cmused my rap money to put crBmack 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