The Game - The Game - House Of Pain (feat. Traci Nelson)

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The Game - The Game - House Of Pain (feat. Traci Nelson)

(Dodge this)

[Verse 1]
Catch me if you can Im in those old school Barkleys
Back to the fence, puffin on that Bob Marley
Flow like oregano, nigga you already know
My competitions 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 26s
Its young Game of flame, welcome to the House of Pain
Nigga what about The Game?
Keep on playin boy, Ill hop out this fuckin Range
Look I aint even ask for his fuckin chain
But he took it off like Vanessa-Del-Rio
Now Im on my way to Rio
After I see my P.O.
She cool, she a Leo
She aint trippin off the weed smoke
So Ima 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 thats 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
Wont stop till Im dead
Aint gotta watch for the Feds
They aint watchin me so heres 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 its time to break the number 9 Jordans in
Make a nigga mad when they been trying ta floor the Benz
Im doin 160 in the fast lane
Scott Storch in his Bugatti couldnt pass Game
I got it made like my last name
Im gone just like my Aftermath Chain
Dont 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
Im controversial like the Afro pic with the black fist
Just ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss
Im reckless and I aint never crash whips
My pops wasnt around so this bastard
Bleed California from the cradle to the casket
And I wont 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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