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Dodge

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

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

Nigga, what The Game?
Keep on playin', boy, I'll hop out this fuckin'
Look I ain't even ask for his fuckin'
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 it like the Patriots
And throw my dub up, 'coz Dr Dre made me

Where you California
city? Compton
What you drive?
you smokin' on? Chronic

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

Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to
Welcome to

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

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

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

As I a patron shot 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

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

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

to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to

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

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

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

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

Where you from?
What Compton
What you Impala
you smokin' on? Chronic

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

Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton