Dodge this      Catch me if you can, I'm in 'em old school Barkley's   Back to the fence, puffin' on that Bob Marley   Flow like oregano, nigga, you already know   My competition's stiffer than Ronald Regan, let it go      Befo' you be a motherfuckin' vegetable   You scrap niggas too animated like The Incredibles   Let this beef go around like the twenty six's   It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of Pain      Nigga, what about The Game?   Keep on playin', boy, I'll hop out this fuckin' Range   Look I ain't even ask for his fuckin' chain   But he took it off like Vanessa Del Rio      Now I'm on my way to Rio   After I see my PO, 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, 'coz Dr Dre made me rich      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      Welcome to Compton   Welcome to Compton   Welcome to Compton   Welcome to Compton      I wrote the block off, I talk that shit   Size twelve 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 splif   I see the coroner puttin' chalk around the snitch   We be shootin' like free throws, flyin' 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 Caesar 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 reminisce about the shit the DOC 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 smokin' on? Chronic      What you drinkin' on? Patron   What you sittin' 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 nine Jordan's in   Make a nigga mad when they been tryin' to floor the Benz   I'm doin' one sixty 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 ninety six   Leanin' on that Datsun on the corner eatin' 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 ridin' for my coast   Niggas keep talkin' 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast      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      Welcome to Compton   Welcome to Compton   Welcome to Compton   Welcome to Compton