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Dodge

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

Befo' you be a motherfuckin'
You scrap niggas too like 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?
on playin', boy, I'll hop out this fuckin' Range
Look I even ask for his fuckin' 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 trippin' off the weed
So blow it like the Patriots
And throw my dub up, 'coz Dr Dre me rich

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

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

Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to
Welcome to

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

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

From a banger to a CEO
Everything I do is big like the nigga Leo
Won't stop till I'm dead, 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 the shit the DOC said
Get money, get cars, get mine, get
And keep your head up, the Lambo doors

Where you from?
What city?
What you drive?
What you smokin' on?

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

Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to
Welcome to

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

I got it, like my last name
I'm just like my Aftermath chain
Don't make me you back to ninety six
Leanin' on Datsun 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 that had to catch my last diss
I'm reckless and I never crash whips

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

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

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

to Compton
Welcome to
Welcome to
to Compton