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Dodge

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

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

Nigga, what The Game?
on playin', boy, I'll hop out this fuckin' Range
Look I ain't even ask for his chain
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 weed
So I'ma it like the Patriots
And throw my dub up, 'coz Dr Dre made me

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

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

Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to
Welcome to

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

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

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

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

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

Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton

Guess, it's time to break the nine Jordan's 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 pass Game

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

The Game, da, da, da Game spit, that
I'm controversial like the pic with the black fist
Just ask the rapper that had to catch my last
I'm reckless and I never crash whips

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

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

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

Welcome to
Welcome to
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