house of pain lyrics – the game

(feat. traci nelson)

(dodge this)

[verse 1]
catch me if you can i’m in those old school barkley’s
back to the fence, puffin on that bob marley
flow like oregano, n*gg* you already know
my compet*tion’s stiffer than ronald regan, let it go
befo’ you be a motherf*ckin vegetable
you scr*p n*gg*s too animated like the incredibles
let this beef go around like the 26’s
it’s young game of flame, welcome to the house of pain
n*gg* what about the game?
keep on playin boy, i’ll hop out this f*ckin range
look i ain’t even ask for his f*ckin chain
but he took it off like vanessa-del-rio
now i’m on my way to rio
after i see my p.o.
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, 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 compton
welcome to compton
welcome to compton
welcome to compton

[verse 2]
i wrote the block off, i talk that sh*t
size 12 bo jacksons cause i walk that sh*t
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, flying 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 n*gg* ceaser-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 reminise about the sh*t 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 compton
welcome to compton
welcome to compton
welcome to compton

[verse 3]
guess it’s time to break the number 9 jordan’s in
make a n*gg* mad when they been trying ta’ floor the benz
i’m doin 160 in the fast lane
scott storch in his bugatti couldn’t p*ss 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 ’96
leanin’ on that datsun on the corner eating catfish
the game, da-da-da game spit ‘dat sh*t
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 b*st*rd
bleed california from the cradle to the casket
and i won’t stop ridin’ for my coast
n*gg*s 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 compton
welcome to compton
welcome to compton
welcome to compton

/ the game lyrics