House of Pain - Lyrics - Game

(Man) Dodge This Verse 1 (The Game): Catch me if you can im in those old school barkley's.. Back to the fence..puffin on that Bob Marley.. Flow like a regeno..*** u already know.. My competition stiffer than Ronald Regan..let it go.. For you be a mother-*** vegetable... You scrap *** too animated like the Incredibles.. Let this beef go around like the 26's.. Its young Game of Flame..welcome to the House of Pain... *** what about the game?.. Keep on playin boy.. I'll hop of this *** Range... Look..I aint even ask for his *** chain.. But he took it off like Vanessa-Del-Rio... Now im on my way to "Reo".. After i see i my PO.. She cool..she a Leo.. She aint trippen off the WEED smoke.. So ima blow it like the Patriots And throw my dove up..Cuz Dr.Dre made me Rich... Chorus - The Game & Traci Nelson [The Game] Where you from?.....California What city?.....Compton What you drive?....Impala What you smokin on?..Chronic What you drinkin on?..Patrone Waht you sitten on?....The Trone Relax..make yourself at home.. [Traci Nelson] Welcome to Compton... Welcome to Compton... Welcome to Compton... Welcome to Compton... Verse 2 (The Game): I wrote the block off, i talk dat shyt.. Size 12 bo-jacksons cuz i walk dat shyt.. Dere on Compton Blvd..thats where i walk my pits.. Biggie & Tupac..and they bark like this.(dogs barking)... As i spark my splif.. I see the corner..puttin chalk around the snitch... We be shootin like free throws..flying them desert Eagles... Sell dope to the pope...while we eatin' chilli freetos.. From a gangbanger..to a CEO.. Everything i do is big like the *** Ceaser-leo.. Wont stop till im dead... Aint gotta watch for the feds.. They aint watchin me so here's a dome shot to the head.. As i take a patrone shot to the head.. And reminise about the *** the DOC said.. "Get money..Get cars..get mine..get yours.. And keep your head up..like the Lambo doors".. Chorus Verse 3 [Game]: ........Guess its time to break the number 9 Jordan's in... Make a *** made..when they been tryna floor the benz.. Im doin 160 in the fast lane.. Scott Storch.. in his Bogadi..couldnt pass game.. I got it made like my last name.. Im gone..juss like my After-math Chain.. Dont make me take you back to '96... Leanin on that dostin..on the corner..eatin catfish.. The Game..Da-Da-Da-Game..spit dat ***.. Im controversial..like the Afro-pic with the Black fist.. Jus ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss... Im reckless..and i aint never crash wips.. My pops wasnt around..so this ***.. Bleed california from the cradle to the Casket... And i wont stop ridin for my coast.. *** keep talkin bout my bread...we gonna make toast.. Chorus