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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
like oregano, nigga, you already know
My stiffer than Ronald Regan, let it go

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

Nigga, what The Game?
Keep on playin', boy, I'll hop out this Range
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 trippin' off the smoke
So I'ma it like the Patriots
And throw my dub up, Dr Dre made me rich

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

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

to Compton
Welcome to
Welcome to
to Compton

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

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

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

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

you from? California
What city?
you drive? Impala
What you smokin' on?

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

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 tryin' to floor the
I'm one sixty in the fast lane
Scott Storch in his Bugatti couldn't Game

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

The Game, da, da, da Game spit, shit
I'm like the Afro pic with the black fist
Just ask the rapper that had to my last diss
I'm reckless and I ain't never crash

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

you from? California
What Compton
What you Impala
What you on? Chronic

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

Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton