Pain - The Game скачать mp3

Catch me if you can I'm in those old school Barkley's Back to the fence, puffin on that Bob Marley Flow like arregano, nigga you already know My competition 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 26th 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 P.O. 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 Cause Dr. Dre made me rich (Chorus) (Game, Dr. Dre & Traci Nelson) 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 (Traci Nelson) 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 Tupac and they bark like this (dogs barking) As I spark my splif I see the coroner puttin' chalk around the snitch We be shootin like free throws, flying them desert Eagles Sell dope to the Po' while we eatin' chilli Freetos From a gang banger to a CEO Everything I do is big like the nigga Ceaser-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 reminise 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" (Chorus) (Game, Dr. Dre & Traci Nelson) 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 (Traci Nelson) Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Guess it's time to break the number 9 Jordan's in Make a nigga mad when they been trying ta' floor the Benz I'm doin 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 Leanin' on that Dotson on the corner eatin catfish The Game, da-da-da Game spit 'dat 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 (Chorus) (Game, Dr. Dre & Traci Nelson) 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 (Traci Nelson) Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton