The Game

The Game - House Of Pain songtekst

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		(feat. Traci Nelson)

		

		(Dodge this)



[Verse 1]

Catch me if you can I'm in those old school Barkley's

Back to the fence, puffin on that Bob Marley

Flow like oregano, nigga you already know

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

Befo' you be a motherfuckin vegetable

You scrap niggas too animated like The Incredibles

Let this beef go around like the 26's

It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of Pain

Nigga what about The Game?

Keep on playin boy, I'll hop out this fuckin Range

Look I ain't even ask for his fuckin chain

But he took it off like Vanessa-Del-Rio

Now I'm on my way to Rio

After I see my P.O.

She cool, she a Leo

She ain't trippin' off the weed smoke

So I'ma blow it like the Patriots

And throw my dub up, cus Dr. Dre made me rich



[Chorus: The Game]

Where you from? (California)

What city? (Compton)

What you drive? (Impala)

What you smokin' on? (Chronic)

What you drinkin' on? (Patron)

What you sittin' on? (The throne)

Relax, make yourself at home



[Traci Nelson]

Welcome to Compton

Welcome to Compton

Welcome to Compton

Welcome to Compton



[Verse 2]

I wrote the block off, I talk that shit

Size 12 Bo Jacksons cause I walk that shit

There on Compton Blvd that's where I walk my pits

Biggie and 2Pac and they bark like this...

As I spark my splif

I see the coroner puttin' chalk around the snitch

We be shootin like free throws, flying them desert Eagles

Sell dope to the Po' while we eat chili Fritos

From a gang banger to a CEO

Everything I do is big like the nigga Ceaser-Leo

Won't stop till I'm dead

Ain't gotta watch for the Feds

They ain't watchin me so here's a dome shot to the head

As I take a Patron shot to the head

And reminise about the shit the D.O.C. said

"Get money, get cars, get mine, get yours,

And keep your head up, like the Lambo doors"



[Chorus: The Game]

Where you from? (California)

What city? (Compton)

What you drive? (Impala)

What you smokin' on? (Chronic)

What you drinkin' on? (Patron)

What you sittin' on? (The throne)

Relax, make yourself at home



[Traci Nelson]

Welcome to Compton

Welcome to Compton

Welcome to Compton

Welcome to Compton



[Verse 3]

Guess it's time to break the number 9 Jordan's in

Make a nigga mad when they been trying ta' floor the Benz

I'm doin 160 in the fast lane

Scott Storch in his Bugatti couldn't pass Game

I got it made like my last name

I'm gone just like my Aftermath Chain

Don't make me take you back to '96

Leanin' on that Datsun on the corner eating catfish

The Game, da-da-da Game spit 'dat shit

I'm controversial like the Afro pic with the black fist

Just ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss

I'm reckless and I ain't never crash whips

My pops wasn't around so this bastard

Bleed California from the cradle to the casket

And I won't stop ridin' for my coast

Niggas keep talkin 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast



[Chorus: The Game]

Where you from? (California)

What city? (Compton)

What you drive? (Impala)

What you smokin' on? (Chronic)

What you drinkin' on? (Patron)

What you sittin' on? (The throne)

Relax, make yourself at home



[Traci Nelson]

Welcome to Compton

Welcome to Compton

Welcome to Compton

Welcome to Compton

		


		
		
		

		
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