House Of Pain-The Game

The Game - House Of Pain Catch me if you can I'm in those old school barkley's Back to fence puffing on Flow like a reggino Ni**a you already know My competition stiffer than Ronald Regan let it go Before you be a motherf**ken vegetable These rap niggas to animated like the incredibles Let this beef go around like the 26's young game of flame Welcome to the House of Pain Ni**a what about the game Keep on playing boy I'll hop out this f**ken range Look I didn't even ask for his f**ken chain But he took it off like Vanessa Del rio Now I'm on my way to rio after I see my vio She cool she a leo She ain't trippin off the w**d smoke So I'm a blow it like the Patriots And throw my dub up cause Dr.Dre made me rich Where you from? California Where the city? Compton What you Drive? Impala What you smoking on? Chronic Whatcha Drinking on? Patron What you sitting on? The Throne Relax make yourself at home Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton I wrote the block off I talk Size 12 Bo Jackson's cause I walked Now Compton Blvd. Biggie and 2Pac and they bark like this (dogs barking) As I spark my spliff I see the corner putting chalk around a snitch We be shooting like free throws Flying them desert eagles Sell d**e to the pope Well we eating chilli fritos From a gangbanger to a C.E.O. Everything I do is big Like the ni**a I won't stop till I'm dead Ain't gonna 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 reminice about sh*t DOC said Get money get cars get mine get yours And keep your head up like the lambo doors Where you from? California Where the city? Compton What you Drive? Impala What you smoking on? Chronic Whatcha Drinking on? Patron What you sitting on? The Throne Relax make yourself at home Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Guess it's time to break the number 9 jordans in Make a ni**a mad when they been trying to floor the benz I'm doing 160 in the fast lane Scott storch in his bogahdi couldn't pass game I got it made like my last name I'm gone like my aftermath chain Don't make me take it back to 96' Leaning on The game d... d... d... da game spit I'm controversial like the afro pit with the black fist Just ask the rapper I'm wreckless and I ain't never crash whips My pops was never around so this bastard Bleed california from the craddle to the casket And I won't stop riding for my coast Niggas keep talking bout my bread We gon make toast Where you from? California Where the city? Compton What you Drive? Impala What you smoking on? Chronic Whatcha Drinking on? Patron What you sitting on? The Throne Relax make yourself at home Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton