The Game – On One lyrics

Stop goin' through my cellphone, they trippin', I dunno what the hell wrong
Big dippin', she on some shit, I got a Louie luggage pack for the longest trip
I'm like girl, you ain't my baby momma
You ain't my girlfriend, whyle up in the club, niggas tryna fuck
Holdin' bottles up, got ya caught up in that whirl
When ya textin' like King, what ya do?

[Hook:]
I'm in the club feelin' nice
I'm on one
Oh, I drink with you
I'm on one
Damn it, boy, I hate you so much

[Verse 2:]
You can blame yoself fo' doin' this to me
Damn, I hate ya so much
Got me feelin' like a lease in here
So many girls to my left and my right
If I get one more drink, I can switch to the otha side

[Hook:]
I'm in the club feelin' nice
I'm on one
Oh, I drink with you
I'm on one
Damn it, boy, I hate you so much

In the club, feelin' nice, she betta roll a dice
She give me that wet, I give her this pipe
Oh, I'm flyin' out when I be outta town
Fuck her in the room with the speakers loud, yea
She gimme head on the highway, she say her favorite position is sideways Woah, found out she ain't the only girl
Sent me straight to the voicemail
I text her where the fuck you at?
She hit back

[Hook:]
I'm in the club feelin' nice
I'm on one
Oh, I drink with you
I'm on one
Damn it, boy, I hate you so much

You a damn peach, but I ain't no side piece
Who this otha nigga, cuz I got my side piece?
And I got my side-chick, replacement killas
This babysittin', Versace, you hate me, bitch
But with you sittin' beside me in that 'gatti
Feelin' like Erve when I swerve, watch me murder the curve
Betta murda yo mind, she got words fo' ya birds

[Hook: x2]
I'm in the club feelin' nice
I'm on one
Oh, I drink with you
I'm on one
Damn it, boy, I hate you so much