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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 already
My competition's stiffer Ronald Regan, let it go

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

Nigga, what The Game?
Keep on playin', boy, I'll hop out 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 blow it like the Patriots
And my dub up, 'coz Dr Dre made me rich

you from? California
What city?
you drive? Impala
What you on? Chronic

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

Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to
Welcome to

I wrote the block off, I talk shit
Size Bo Jacksons 'cause I walk that shit
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
dope to the Po' while we eat chili Fritos

a gang 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 dome to the head

As I take a shot to the head
And about the shit the DOC said
Get money, get cars, get mine, get
And keep head up, like the Lambo doors

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

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

to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to

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

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

The Game, da, da, da spit, that shit
I'm controversial like the pic with the black fist
Just ask the rapper that had to catch my diss
I'm reckless and I ain't crash whips

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

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

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

to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to