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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

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

Nigga, about The Game?
Keep on playin', boy, hop out this fuckin' Range
I ain't 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 trippin' 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

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

Welcome to
Welcome to
Welcome to
to Compton

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

As I spark my
I see the coroner puttin' chalk the snitch
We be shootin' like free throws, flyin' them desert
Sell to the Po' while 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 here's a shot to the head

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

Where you California
city? Compton
What you Impala
you smokin' on? Chronic

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

Welcome to
Welcome to
Welcome to
to Compton

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

I got it, like my last name
I'm gone just like my Aftermath
Don't make me you back to ninety six
Leanin' on that 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 wasn't around, so this bastard
Bleed California from the cradle to the
And I stop ridin' for my coast
keep talkin' 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast

Where you California
What Compton
you drive? Impala
What you on? Chronic

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

Welcome to
to Compton
Welcome to
to Compton