"House Of Pain" lyrics
(feat. Traci Nelson)
Dodge this
Catch me if you can I'm in those old school Barkleys
Back to the fence, puffin on that Bob Marley
Flow like oregano, nigga you already know
My competition's stiffer than Ronald Reagan, let it go
Before you be a motherfucking vegetable
You scrap niggas too animated like The Incredibles
Let this beef go around like the 26s
It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of Pain
Nigga what about The Game?
Keep on playing boy, I'll hop out this fuckin' Range
Look I ain't even ask for his fucking 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 tripping off the weed 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)
What city? (Compton)
What you drive? (Impala)
What you smoking on? (Chronic)
What you drinking on? (Patrón)
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 that shit
Size 12 Bo Jacksons 'cause I walk that shit
There on Compton Blvd that's where I walk my pits
Biggie and 2Pac and they bark like this
As I spark my spliff
I see the coroner putting chalk around the snitch
We be shooting 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 nigga Ceaser-Leo
Won't stop 'til I'm dead
Ain't gotta watch for the Feds
They ain't watching me so here's a dome shot to the head
As I take a Patrón shot to the head
And reminisce 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"
Where you from? (California)
What city? (Compton)
What you drive? (Impala)
What you smoking on? (Chronic)
What you drinking on? (Patrón)
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 nigga mad when they bend trying to floor the Benz
I'm doing 160 in the fast lane
Scott Storch in his Bugatti couldn't pass 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
Leaning on that Datsun on the corner eating catfish
The Game, da-da-da Game spit that shit
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 bastard
Bleed California from the cradle to the casket
And I won't stop riding for my coast
Niggas keep talking 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast
Where you from? (California)
What city? (Compton)
What you drive? (Impala)
What you smoking on? (Chronic)
What you drinking on? (Patrón)
What you sitting on? (The throne)
Relax, make yourself at home
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Catch me if you can I'm in those old school Barkleys
Back to the fence, puffin on that Bob Marley
Flow like oregano, nigga you already know
My competition's stiffer than Ronald Reagan, let it go
Before you be a motherfucking vegetable
You scrap niggas too animated like The Incredibles
Let this beef go around like the 26s
It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of Pain
Nigga what about The Game?
Keep on playing boy, I'll hop out this fuckin' Range
Look I ain't even ask for his fucking 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 tripping off the weed 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)
What city? (Compton)
What you drive? (Impala)
What you smoking on? (Chronic)
What you drinking on? (Patrón)
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 that shit
Size 12 Bo Jacksons 'cause I walk that shit
There on Compton Blvd that's where I walk my pits
Biggie and 2Pac and they bark like this
As I spark my spliff
I see the coroner putting chalk around the snitch
We be shooting 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 nigga Ceaser-Leo
Won't stop 'til I'm dead
Ain't gotta watch for the Feds
They ain't watching me so here's a dome shot to the head
As I take a Patrón shot to the head
And reminisce 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"
Where you from? (California)
What city? (Compton)
What you drive? (Impala)
What you smoking on? (Chronic)
What you drinking on? (Patrón)
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 nigga mad when they bend trying to floor the Benz
I'm doing 160 in the fast lane
Scott Storch in his Bugatti couldn't pass 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
Leaning on that Datsun on the corner eating catfish
The Game, da-da-da Game spit that shit
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 bastard
Bleed California from the cradle to the casket
And I won't stop riding for my coast
Niggas keep talking 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast
Where you from? (California)
What city? (Compton)
What you drive? (Impala)
What you smoking on? (Chronic)
What you drinking on? (Patrón)
What you sitting on? (The throne)
Relax, make yourself at home
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Writer(s): Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Aldrin Davis
