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Dodge

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

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

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 like 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 blow it like the
And throw my dub up, Dr Dre made me rich

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

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

to Compton
Welcome to
Welcome to
Welcome to

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

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

From a banger to a CEO
I do is big like the nigga Caesar Leo
Won't stop till I'm dead, ain't watch for the Feds
They ain't watchin' me, so a dome 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 your head up, the Lambo doors

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

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

Welcome to
Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to

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

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

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

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

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

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

to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to