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Dodge

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

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

Nigga, what about The
on playin', boy, I'll hop out this fuckin' Range
Look I ain't even ask for his chain
But he it off like 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 my dub up, 'coz Dr Dre made me rich

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

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

Welcome to
Welcome to
Welcome to
to Compton

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

As I spark my
I see the coroner puttin' chalk the snitch
We be shootin' like free throws, flyin' desert eagles
Sell dope to the Po' 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, gotta watch for the Feds
They ain't watchin' me, so a dome shot 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 up, like the Lambo doors

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

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

to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to

Guess, time to break the number nine 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 like my last
I'm gone like 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 controversial like the Afro pic with the black
Just ask the that had to catch my last diss
I'm reckless and I ain't crash whips

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

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

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

to Compton
Welcome to
Welcome to
to Compton