House of Pain

Dodge this

Catch me if you can, I'm in them old school Barkleys

Back to the fence, puffing on that Bob Marley

Flow like oregano, ****, you already know

My competition's stiffer than Ronald Reagan, let it go

Before you be a motherfucking vegetable

You scrap **** 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

****, 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, 'cause 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 twelve Bo Jacksons 'cause I walk that shit

There on Compton Boulevard, that's where I walk, my pits

Biggie and 2Pac, and they bark like this

As I spark my spliff

I see the coroner puttin' chalk around the snitch

We be shootin' like free throws, flyin' them Desert Eagles

Sell dope to the Po' while we eatin' chili Fritos

From a gang banger to a CEO

Everything I do is big, like the **** Caesar-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 reminisce 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 Jordans in

Make a **** mad when they bend tryna floor the Benz

I'm doin' one-sixty 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, eatin' catfish

The Game, T-T-The Game spit that shit

I'm controversial, like the afro pick 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

**** keep talkin' 'bout my bread, we gon' 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