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The Game - House Of Pain |
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Catch me if you can I'm in those old school barkley's |
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Back to fence puffing on |
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Flow like a reggino |
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******** you already know |
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My competition stiffer than Ronald Regan let it go |
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Before you be a mother********en vegetable |
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These rap ********s to animated like the incredibles |
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Let this beef go around like the 26's young game of flame |
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Welcome to the House of Pain |
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******** what about the game |
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Keep on playing boy I'll hop out this ********en range |
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Look I didn't even ask for his ********en chain |
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But he took it off like Vanessa Del rio |
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Now I'm on my way to rio after I see my vio |
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She cool she a leo |
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She ain't trippin off the ******** smoke |
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So I'm a blow it like the Patriots |
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And throw my dub up cause Dr.Dre made me rich |
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Where you from? California |
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Where the city? Compton |
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What you Drive? Impala |
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What you smoking on? Chronic |
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Whatcha Drinking on? Patron |
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What you sitting on? The Throne |
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Relax make yourself at home |
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Welcome to Compton |
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Welcome to Compton |
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Welcome to Compton |
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Welcome to Compton |
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I wrote the block off I talk |
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Size 12 Bo Jackson's cause I walked |
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Now Compton Blvd. |
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Biggie and 2Pac and they bark like this (dogs barking) |
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As I spark my spliff |
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I see the corner putting chalk around a snitch |
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We be shooting like free throws |
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Flying them desert eagles |
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Sell **** to the pope |
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Well we eating chilli fritos |
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From a ********er to a C.E.O. |
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Everything I do is big |
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Like the ******** |
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I won't stop till I'm dead |
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Ain't gonna watch for the feds |
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They ain't watchin me so here's a dome shot to the Head |
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As I take a patron shot to the head |
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And reminice about **********t DOC said |
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Get money get cars get mine get yours |
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And keep your head up like the lambo doors |
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Where you from? California |
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Where the city? Compton |
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What you Drive? Impala |
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What you smoking on? Chronic |
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Whatcha Drinking on? Patron |
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What you sitting on? The Throne |
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Relax make yourself at home |
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Welcome to Compton |
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Welcome to Compton |
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Welcome to Compton |
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Welcome to Compton |
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Guess it's time to break the number 9 jordans in |
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Make a ******** mad when they been trying to floor the benz |
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I'm doing 160 in the fast lane |
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Scott storch in his bogahdi couldn't pass game |
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I got it made like my last name |
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I'm gone like my aftermath chain |
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Don't make me take it back to 96' |
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Leaning on |
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The game d... d... d... da game spit |
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I'm controversial like the afro pit with the black fist |
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Just ask the rapper |
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I'm wreckless and I ain't never crash whips |
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My pops was never around so this bastard |
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Bleed california from the craddle to the casket |
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And I won't stop riding for my coast |
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********s keep talking bout my bread |
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We gon make toast |
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Where you from? California |
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Where the city? Compton |
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What you Drive? Impala |
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What you smoking on? Chronic |
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Whatcha Drinking on? Patron |
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What you sitting on? The Throne |
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Relax make yourself at home |
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Welcome to Compton |
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Welcome to Compton |
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Welcome to Compton |
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Welcome to Compton |
