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The Game

House Of Pain (feat. Traci Nelson)

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




[Verse 1]Catch me if you can I'm in those old school Barkley'sBack to the fence, puffin on that Bob MarleyFlow like oregano, nigga you already knowMy competition's stiffer than Ronald Regan, let it goBefo' you be a motherfuckin vegetableYou scrap niggas too animated like The IncrediblesLet this beef go around like the 26's( )It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of PainNigga what about The Game?Keep on playin boy, I'll hop out this fuckin RangeLook I ain't even ask for his fuckin chainBut he took it off like Vanessa-Del-RioNow I'm on my way to RioAfter I see my P.O.She cool, she a LeoShe ain't trippin' off the weed smokeSo I'ma blow it like the PatriotsAnd 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 ComptonWelcome to ComptonWelcome to ComptonWelcome to Compton[Verse 2]I wrote the block off, I talk that shitSize 12 Bo Jacksons cause I walk that shitThere on Compton Blvd that's where I walk my pitsBiggie and 2Pac and they bark like this...As I spark my splifI see the coroner puttin' chalk around the snitchWe be shootin like free throws, flying them desert EaglesSell dope to the Po' while we eat chili FritosFrom a gang banger to a CEOEverything I do is big like the nigga Ceaser-LeoWon't stop till I'm deadAin't gotta watch for the FedsThey ain't watchin me so here's a dome shot to the headAs I take a Patron shot to the headAnd 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 ComptonWelcome to ComptonWelcome to ComptonWelcome to Compton[Verse 3]Guess it's time to break the number 9 Jordan's inMake a nigga mad when they been trying ta' floor the BenzI'm doin 160 in the fast laneScott Storch in his Bugatti couldn't pass GameI got it made like my last nameI'm gone just like my Aftermath ChainDon't make me take you back to '96Leanin' on that Datsun on the corner eating catfishThe Game, da-da-da Game spit 'dat shitI'm controversial like the Afro pic with the black fistJust ask the rapper that had to catch my last dissI'm reckless and I ain't never crash whipsMy pops wasn't around so this bastardBleed California from the cradle to the casketAnd I won't stop ridin' for my coastNiggas 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 ComptonWelcome to ComptonWelcome to ComptonWelcome to Compton




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