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Artist: The Game lyrics Song: House Of Pain lyrics  Send "House Of Pain" Ringtone to your Cell  Dodge This Verse 1 (The Game): Catch me if you can I'm in those old school barkley's... Back to the fence... puffin on that Bob Marley... Flow like a regeno... nigga u already know... My competition stiffer than Ronald Regan... let it go... For you be a mother-f**kin 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 of this f**kin Range... Look... I aint even ask for his f**kin chain... But he took it off like Vanessa-Del-Rio... Now I'm on my way to "Reo"... After I see I my PO... She cool... she a Leo... She aint trippen off the WEED smoke... So ima blow it like the Patriots And throw my dove up... Cuz Dr.Dre made me Rich... Chorus - Game & Traci Nelson [Game] Where you from?... California What city?... Compton What you drive?... Impala What you smokin on?... Chronic What you drinkin on?... Patrone Waht you sitten on?... The Trone Relax... make yourself at home... [Traci Nelson] Welcome to falter... Welcome to falter... Welcome to falter... Welcome to falteeerrr... Verse 2 [Game]: I wrote the block off, I talk dat shyt... Size 12 bo-jacksons cuz I walk dat shyt... Dere on Compton Blvd... that's where I walk my pits... Biggie & Tupac... and they bark like this.(dogs barking)... As I spark my splif... I see the corner... puttin chalk around the snitch... We be shootin like free throws... flying them desert Eagles... Sell dope to the pope... while we eatin' chilli freetos... From a gangbanger... to a CEO... Everything I do is big like the nigga Ceaser-leo... Wont stop till I'm dead... Aint gotta watch for the feds... They aint watchin me so here's a dome shot to the head... As I take a patrone shot to the head... And reminise about the shit the DOC said... "Get money... Get cars... get mine... get yours... And keep your head up... like the Lambo doors"... Chorus Verse 3 [Game]: ... Guess it's time to break the number 9 Jordan's in... Make a nigga made... when they been tryna floor the benz... I'm doin 160 in the fast lane... Scott Storch... in his Bogadi... couldnt pass game... I got it made like my last name... I'm gone... juss like my After-math Chain... Don't make me take you back to '96... Leanin on that dostin... 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... Jus ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss... I'm reckless... and I aint never crash wips... My pops wasn't around... so this bastard... Bleed california from the cradle to the Casket... And I wont stop ridin for my coast... Niggas keep talkin bout my bread... we gonna make toast... Chorus Send "House Of Pain" Ringtone to your Cell      
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