Catch me if you can, I'm in 'em 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 twenty six'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 PO, 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, 'coz Dr Dre made me rich
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
Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton
I wrote the block off, I talk that shit Size twelve 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, flyin' 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 Caesar 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 reminisce about the shit the DOC said Get money, get cars, get mine, get yours And keep your head up, like the Lambo doors
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
Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton
Guess, it's time to break the number nine Jordan's in Make a nigga mad when they been tryin' to floor the Benz I'm doin' one sixty 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 ninety six Leanin' on that Datsun on the corner eatin' catfish
The Game, da, da, da Game spit, that 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
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
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