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"House Of Pain"

Dodge This

[Verse 1:]
Catch me if you can I'm in those old school barkley's
Back to fence puffing on [? ] Bob Marley
Flow like a reggino
Nigga you already know
My competition stiffer than Ronald Regan let it go
Before you be a motherfucken 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
Nigga what about the game
Keep on playing boy I'll hop out this fucken range
Look I didn't even ask for his fucken 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 weed smoke
So I'm a blow it like the Patriots
And throw my dub up cause Dr.Dre made me

Where you from? California
Where the city?
What you Drive?
What you smoking on?
Whatcha Drinking on?
What you sitting on?
The Throne
Relax make yourself at home
Welcome to Compton [x4]

[Verse: 2]
I wrote the block off I talk [? ] shit
Size 12 Bo Jackson's cause I walked [? ] shit
Now Compton Blvd. [? ]s where I walk my pitch
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 dope to the pope
Well we eating chilli fritos
From a gangbanger to a C.E.O.
Everything I do is big
Like the nigga [? ]
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 shit DOC said
Get money get cars get mine get yours
And keep your head up like the lambo doors


[Verse 3:]
Guess it's time to break the number 9 jordans in
Make a nigga 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 [? ] dotson on the corner eating cat fish
The game d... d... d... da game spit [? ] shit
I'm controversial like the afro pit with the black fist
Just ask the rapper [? ] had to catch my last diss
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


[Thanks to pc101 for these lyrics]

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