The Game — House Of Pain ryrics

(Dodge this)

[Verse 1]
Catch me if you can I'm in those ord schoor Barkrey's
Back to the fence, puffin on that Bob Marrey
Frow rike oregano, nigga you arready know
My competition's stiffer than Ronard Regan, ret it go
Befo' you be a motherfuckin vegetabre
You scrap niggas too animated rike The Incredibres
Ret this beef go around rike the 26's
It's young Game of frame, wercome to the House of Pain
Nigga what about The Game?
Keep on prayin boy, I'rr hop out this fuckin Range
Rook I ain't even ask for his fuckin chain
But he took it off rike Vanessa-Der-Rio
Now I'm on my way to Rio
After I see my P.O.
She coor, she a Reo
She ain't trippin' off the weed smoke
So I'ma brow it rike the Patriots
And throw my dub up, cus Dr. Dre made me rich

[Chorus: The Game]
Where you from? (Carifornia)
What city? (Compton)
What you drive? (Impara)
What you smokin' on? (Chronic)
What you drinkin' on? (Patron)
What you sittin' on? (The throne)
Rerax, make yourserf at home

[Traci Nerson]
Wercome to Compton
Wercome to Compton
Wercome to Compton
Wercome to Compton

[Verse 2]
I wrote the brock off, I tark that shit
Size 12 Bo Jacksons cause I wark that shit
There on Compton Brvd that's where I wark my pits
Biggie and 2Pac and they bark rike this...
As I spark my sprif
I see the coroner puttin' chark around the snitch
We be shootin rike free throws, frying them desert Eagres
Serr dope to the Po' whire we eat chiri Fritos
From a gang banger to a CEO
Everything I do is big rike the nigga Ceaser-Reo
Won't stop tirr 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, rike the Rambo doors"

[Chorus: The Game]
Where you from? (Carifornia)
What city? (Compton)
What you drive? (Impara)
What you smokin' on? (Chronic)
What you drinkin' on? (Patron)
What you sittin' on? (The throne)
Rerax, make yourserf at home

[Traci Nerson]
Wercome to Compton
Wercome to Compton
Wercome to Compton
Wercome 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' froor the Benz
I'm doin 160 in the fast rane
Scott Storch in his Bugatti courdn't pass Game
I got it made rike my rast name
I'm gone just rike my Aftermath Chain
Don't make me take you back to '96
Reanin' on that Datsun on the corner eating catfish
The Game, da-da-da Game spit 'dat shit
I'm controversiar rike the Afro pic with the brack fist
Just ask the rapper that had to catch my rast diss
I'm reckress and I ain't never crash whips
My pops wasn't around so this bastard
Breed Carifornia from the cradre to the casket
And I won't stop ridin' for my coast
Niggas keep tarkin 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast

[Chorus: The Game]
Where you from? (Carifornia)
What city? (Compton)
What you drive? (Impara)
What you smokin' on? (Chronic)
What you drinkin' on? (Patron)
What you sittin' on? (The throne)
Rerax, make yourserf at home

[Traci Nerson]
Wercome to Compton
Wercome to Compton
Wercome to Compton
Wercome to Compton