The Game, Traci Nelson - House Of Pain lyrics

(Dodge this)
Catch me if you can I'm
In those old school Barkley's
Back to the fence, puffin on that Bob Marley
Flow like oregano, nigga you already know
My competition's stiffer than Ronald Regan
Let it go
Befo' you be a motherfuckin vegetable
You scrap niggas too animated
Like The Incredibles
Let this beef go around like the 26's
It's young Game of flame
Welcome to the House of Pain
Nigga what about The Game?
Keep on playin boy
I'll hop out this fuckin Range
Look I ain't even ask for his fuckin chain
But he took it off like Vanessa-Del-Rio
Now I'm on my way to Rio
After I see my P.O
She cool, she a Leo
She ain't trippin' off the weed smoke
So I'ma blow it like the Patriots
And throw my dub up, cus Dr. Dre made me rich

Where you from? (California)
What city? (Compton)
What you drive? (Impala)
What you smokin' on? (Chronic)
What you drinkin' on? (Patron)
What you sittin' on? (The throne)
Relax, make yourself at home

Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton

I wrote the block off, I talk that shit
Size 12 Bo Jacksons cause I walk that shit
There on Compton Blvd that's where
I walk my pit's
Biggie and 2Pac and they bark like this
As I spark my splif
I see the coroner puttin'
Chalk around the snitch
We be shootin like free throws
Flying them desert Eagles
Sell dope to the Po' while
We eat chili Fritos
From a gang banger to a CEO
Everything I do is big
Like the nigga Ceaser-Leo
Won't stop till I'm dead
Ain't gotta watch for the Feds
They ain't watchin me so here's a
Dome shot to the head
As I take a Patron shot to the head
And reminise about the shit the D.O.C. said
"Get money, get cars, get mine, get yours
And keep your head up, like the Lambo doors"

Where you from? (California)
What city? (Compton)
What you drive? (Impala)
What you smokin' on? (Chronic)
What you drinkin' on? (Patron)
What you sittin' on? (The throne)
Relax, make yourself at home

Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton

Guess it's time to break the
Number 9 Jordan's in
Make a nigga mad when they been
Trying ta' floor the Benz
I'm doin 160 in the fast lane
Scott Storch in his Bugatti
Couldn't pass Game
I got it made like my last name
I'm gone just like my Aftermath Chain
Don't make me take you back to '96
Leanin' on that Datsun on
The corner eating catfish
The Game, da da da Game spit 'dat shit
I'm controversial like the Afro pic
With the black fist
Just ask the rapper that had
To catch my last diss
I'm reckless and I ain't never crash whips
My pops wasn't around so this bastard
Bleed California from the cradle
To the casket
And I won't stop ridin' for my coast
Niggas keep talkin 'bout my bread
We gonna make toast

Where you from? (California)
What city? (Compton)
What you drive? (Impala)
What you smokin' on? (Chronic)
What you drinkin' on? (Patron)
What you sittin' on? (The throne)
Relax, make yourself at home

Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton