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Dodge

Catch me if you can, I'm in 'em old Barkley's
Back to the fence, on that Bob Marley
like oregano, nigga, you already know
My stiffer than Ronald Regan, let it go

Befo' you be a motherfuckin'
You scrap niggas too animated like The
Let this beef go like the twenty six's
It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of

Nigga, about The Game?
Keep on playin', boy, hop out this fuckin' Range
Look I ain't ask for his fuckin' chain
But he took it off Vanessa Del Rio

Now I'm on my way to Rio
I see my PO, she cool, she a Leo
She ain't off the weed smoke
So I'ma blow it like the
And throw my dub up, Dr Dre made me rich

you from? California
What Compton
What you drive?
you smokin' on? Chronic

What you drinkin' on?
you sittin' on? The throne
Relax, make at home

to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to

I wrote the block off, I talk that
Size twelve Bo Jacksons I walk that shit
There on Compton Blvd, that's where I walk my
Biggie and and they bark like this

As I my splif
I see the coroner puttin' chalk the snitch
We be shootin' like free throws, flyin' them desert
dope to the Po' while we eat chili Fritos

From a banger to a CEO
Everything I do is big like the nigga Leo
Won't stop till I'm dead, ain't gotta for the Feds
They ain't watchin' me, so here's a dome shot to the

As I take a patron to the head
And reminisce about the the DOC said
Get money, get cars, get mine, get
And keep head up, like the Lambo doors

you from? California
What city?
What you drive?
What you on? Chronic

What you drinkin' on?
you sittin' on? The throne
Relax, make yourself at

Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to
Welcome to

Guess, it's time to break the number Jordan's in
Make a nigga mad when been tryin' to floor the Benz
I'm doin' one in the fast lane
Scott in his Bugatti couldn't pass Game

I got it, made my last name
I'm gone just like my Aftermath
Don't make me take you back to six
Leanin' on that Datsun on the eatin' catfish

The Game, da, da, da Game spit, shit
I'm controversial like the pic with the black fist
Just ask the that had to catch my last diss
I'm reckless and I never crash whips

My pops wasn't around, so this
California from the cradle to the casket
And I won't stop for my coast
keep talkin' 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast

Where you from?
What city?
you drive? Impala
What you on? Chronic

you drinkin' on? Patron
What you on? The throne
Relax, make yourself at

to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to