House Of Pain (Album Version|Explicit)

The Game - House Of Pain

Catch me if you can I'm in those old school barkley's

Back to fence puffing on

Flow like a reggino

Ni**a you already know

My competition stiffer than Ronald Regan let it go

Before you be a motherf**ken vegetable

These rap niggas to animated like the incredibles

Let this beef go around like the 26's young game of flame

Welcome to the House of Pain

Ni**a what about the game

Keep on playing boy I'll hop out this f**ken range

Look I didn't even ask for his f**ken chain

But he took it off like Vanessa Del rio

Now I'm on my way to rio after I see my vio

She cool she a leo

She ain't trippin off the w**d smoke

So I'm a blow it like the Patriots

And throw my dub up cause Dr.Dre made me rich

Where you from? California

Where the city? Compton

What you Drive? Impala

What you smoking on? Chronic

Whatcha Drinking on? Patron

What you sitting 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

Size 12 Bo Jackson's cause I walked

Now Compton Blvd.

Biggie and 2Pac and they bark like this (dogs barking)

As I spark my spliff

I see the corner putting chalk around a snitch

We be shooting like free throws

Flying them desert eagles

Sell d**e to the pope

Well we eating chilli fritos

From a gangbanger to a C.E.O.

Everything I do is big

Like the ni**a

I won't stop till I'm dead

Ain't gonna 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 reminice about sh*t DOC said

Get money get cars get mine get yours

And keep your head up like the lambo doors

Where you from? California

Where the city? Compton

What you Drive? Impala

What you smoking on? Chronic

Whatcha Drinking on? Patron

What you sitting 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 9 jordans in

Make a ni**a mad when they been trying to floor the benz

I'm doing 160 in the fast lane

Scott storch in his bogahdi couldn't pass game

I got it made like my last name

I'm gone like my aftermath chain

Don't make me take it back to 96'

Leaning on

The game d... d... d... da game spit

I'm controversial like the afro pit with the black fist

Just ask the rapper

I'm wreckless and I ain't never crash whips

My pops was never around so this bastard

Bleed california from the craddle to the casket

And I won't stop riding for my coast

Niggas keep talking bout my bread

We gon make toast

Where you from? California

Where the city? Compton

What you Drive? Impala

What you smoking on? Chronic

Whatcha Drinking on? Patron

What you sitting on? The Throne

Relax make yourself at home

Welcome to Compton

Welcome to Compton

Welcome to Compton

Welcome to Compton