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Dodge

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

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

Nigga, about The Game?
Keep on playin', boy, I'll hop out this fuckin'
Look I ain't even ask for his chain
But he took it off like 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, 'coz Dr Dre me rich

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

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

to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to

I wrote the block off, I talk shit
Size twelve Bo Jacksons I walk that shit
There on Blvd, that's where I walk my pits
Biggie and 2Pac and bark like this

As I spark my
I see the coroner puttin' chalk around the
We be shootin' free throws, flyin' them desert eagles
Sell to the Po' while we eat chili Fritos

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

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

you from? California
What Compton
What you Impala
What you smokin' on?

What you on? Patron
What you on? The throne
Relax, make at home

to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to

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

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

The Game, da, da, da spit, that shit
I'm controversial like the pic with the black fist
Just ask the rapper had to catch my last diss
I'm reckless and I ain't crash whips

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

Where you California
What Compton
What you drive?
What you on? Chronic

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

to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to