GAME - House Of Pain lyrics
rate meDodge this<br />
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Catch me if you can, I'm in 'em old school Barkley's<br />
Back to the fence, puffin' on that Bob Marley<br />
Flow like oregano, nigga, you already know<br />
My competition's stiffer than Ronald Regan, let it go<br />
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Befo' you be a motherfuckin' vegetable<br />
You scrap niggas too animated like The Incredibles<br />
Let this beef go around like the twenty six's<br />
It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of Pain<br />
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Nigga, what about The Game?<br />
Keep on playin', boy, I'll hop out this fuckin' Range<br />
Look I ain't even ask for his fuckin' chain<br />
But he took it off like Vanessa Del Rio<br />
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Now I'm on my way to Rio<br />
After I see my PO, she cool, she a Leo<br />
She ain't trippin' off the weed smoke<br />
So I'ma blow it like the Patriots<br />
And throw my dub up, 'coz Dr Dre made me rich<br />
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Where you from? California<br />
What city? Compton<br />
What you drive? Impala<br />
What you smokin' on? Chronic<br />
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What you drinkin' on? Patron<br />
What you sittin' on? The throne<br />
Relax, make yourself at home<br />
<br />
Welcome to Compton<br />
Welcome to Compton<br />
Welcome to Compton<br />
Welcome to Compton<br />
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I wrote the block off, I talk that shit<br />
Size twelve Bo Jacksons 'cause I walk that shit<br />
There on Compton Blvd, that's where I walk my pits<br />
Biggie and 2Pac and they bark like this<br />
<br />
As I spark my splif<br />
I see the coroner puttin' chalk around the snitch<br />
We be shootin' like free throws, flyin' them desert eagles<br />
Sell dope to the Po' while we eat chili Fritos<br />
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From a gang banger to a CEO<br />
Everything I do is big like the nigga Caesar Leo<br />
Won't stop till I'm dead, ain't gotta watch for the Feds<br />
They ain't watchin' me, so here's a dome shot to the head<br />
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As I take a patron shot to the head<br />
And reminisce about the shit the DOC said<br />
Get money, get cars, get mine, get yours<br />
And keep your head up, like the Lambo doors<br />
<br />
Where you from? California<br />
What city? Compton<br />
What you drive? Impala<br />
What you smokin' on? Chronic<br />
<br />
What you drinkin' on? Patron<br />
What you sittin' on? The throne<br />
Relax, make yourself at home<br />
<br />
Welcome to Compton<br />
Welcome to Compton<br />
Welcome to Compton<br />
Welcome to Compton<br />
<br />
Guess, it's time to break the number nine Jordan's in<br />
Make a nigga mad when they been tryin' to floor the Benz<br />
I'm doin' one sixty in the fast lane<br />
Scott Storch in his Bugatti couldn't pass Game<br />
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I got it, made like my last name<br />
I'm gone just like my Aftermath chain<br />
Don't make me take you back to ninety six<br />
Leanin' on that Datsun on the corner eatin' catfish<br />
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The Game, da, da, da Game spit, that shit<br />
I'm controversial like the Afro pic with the black fist<br />
Just ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss<br />
I'm reckless and I ain't never crash whips<br />
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My pops wasn't around, so this bastard<br />
Bleed California from the cradle to the casket<br />
And I won't stop ridin' for my coast<br />
Niggas keep talkin' 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast<br />
<br />
Where you from? California<br />
What city? Compton<br />
What you drive? Impala<br />
What you smokin' on? Chronic<br />
<br />
What you drinkin' on? Patron<br />
What you sittin' on? The throne<br />
Relax, make yourself at home<br />
<br />
Welcome to Compton<br />
Welcome to Compton<br />
Welcome to Compton<br />
Welcome to Compton<br /><br />
