House Of Pain (feat. Traci Nelson)

The Game

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    (Dodge this)

    [Verse 1]
    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

    [Chorus: The Game]
    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

    [Traci Nelson]
    Welcome to Compton
    Welcome to Compton
    Welcome to Compton
    Welcome to Compton

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    [Verse 2]
    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 pits
    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"

    [Chorus: The Game]
    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

    [Traci Nelson]
    Welcome to Compton
    Welcome to Compton
    Welcome to Compton
    Welcome to Compton

    [Verse 3]
    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

    [Chorus: The Game]
    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

    [Traci Nelson]
    Welcome to Compton
    Welcome to Compton
    Welcome to Compton
    Welcome to Compton

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    Composition: The Game and D J Toomp

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