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Some do the knowledge\n  Some do the math\n  Some stick to the road\n  Some stray from the path\n  Some do the knowlege\n  Some do the math\n\n  Now East Coast- West Coast\n  Wonderin' what's the beef\n  It's goin down rough\n  Like swallowin teeth\n  I say word to Thin Lizzy\n  Kid, I get busy\n  And I'll knock all of ya'll\n  Off this wonder wall\n  Cause on a daily basis\n  I rock like Oasis\n  Quick to be your style\n  From a Fetus to a child\n  I kill 14 billion cells\n  Puffin L's\n  Stompin devils on all 9 levels of hell\n  Check the transmission\n  Hear the transition\n  Observe the technition\n  In fly night vision\n  You high-light reels\n  I lace my drug deals\n  As you skim and check feels\n  Off chics in high heels\n  It's all bright and sunny\n  When your holdin big money\n  My Sonics got youth\n  As my mud got honey\n  I can be the king of grunge\n  If I blow my spunge away\n  There's a little black spot on the sun today\n  Which I dont care if my souls are dead\n  So 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California\nWhat city? Compton\nWhat you drive? Impala\nWhat you smokin' on? Chronic\n\nWhat you drinkin' on? Patron\nWhat you sittin' on? The throne\nRelax, make yourself at home\n\nWelcome to Compton\nWelcome to Compton\nWelcome to Compton\nWelcome to Compton\n\nI wrote the block off, I talk that shit\nSize twelve Bo Jacksons 'cause I walk that shit\nThere on Compton Blvd, that's where I walk my pits\nBiggie and 2Pac and they bark like this\n\nAs I spark my splif\nI see the coroner puttin' chalk around the snitch\nWe be shootin' like free throws, flyin' them desert eagles\nSell dope to the Po' while we eat chili Fritos\n\nFrom a gang banger to a CEO\nEverything I do is big like the nigga Caesar Leo\nWon't stop till I'm dead, ain't gotta watch for the Feds\nThey ain't watchin' me, so here's a dome shot to the head\n\nAs I take a patron shot to the head\nAnd reminisce about the shit the DOC said\nGet money, get cars, get mine, get yours\nAnd keep your head up, like the Lambo doors\n\nWhere you from? California\nWhat city? Compton\nWhat you drive? Impala\nWhat you smokin' on? Chronic\n\nWhat you drinkin' on? Patron\nWhat you sittin' on? The throne\nRelax, make yourself at home\n\nWelcome to Compton\nWelcome to Compton\nWelcome to Compton\nWelcome to Compton\n\nGuess, it's time to break the number nine Jordan's in\nMake a nigga mad when they been tryin' to floor the Benz\nI'm doin' one sixty in the fast lane\nScott Storch in his Bugatti couldn't pass Game\n\nI got it, made like my last name\nI'm gone just like my Aftermath chain\nDon't make me take you back to ninety six\nLeanin' on that Datsun on the corner eatin' catfish\n\nThe Game, da, da, da Game spit, that shit\nI'm controversial like the Afro pic with the black fist\nJust ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss\nI'm reckless and I ain't never crash whips\n\nMy pops wasn't around, so this bastard\nBleed California from the cradle to the casket\nAnd I won't stop ridin' for my coast\nNiggas keep talkin' 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast\n\nWhere you from? California\nWhat city? Compton\nWhat you drive? Impala\nWhat you smokin' on? Chronic\n\nWhat you drinkin' on? Patron\nWhat you sittin' on? 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The throne\n  start_ms: 152220\n  end_ms: 153610\n- text: Relax, make yourself at home\n  start_ms: 153610\n  end_ms: 155950\n- text: Welcome to Compton\n  start_ms: 155950\n  end_ms: 160640\n- text: Welcome to Compton\n  start_ms: 160640\n  end_ms: 166080\n- text: Welcome to Compton\n  start_ms: 166080\n  end_ms: 172450\n- text: Welcome to Compton\n  start_ms: 172450\n  end_ms: 178790\n- text: Guess, it's time to break the number nine Jordan's in\n  start_ms: 178790\n  end_ms: 181920\n- text: Make a nigga mad when they been tryin' to floor the Benz\n  start_ms: 181920\n  end_ms: 183980\n- text: I'm doin' one sixty in the fast lane\n  start_ms: 183980\n  end_ms: 187330\n- text: Scott Storch in his Bugatti couldn't pass Game\n  start_ms: 187330\n  end_ms: 191280\n- text: I got it, made like my last name\n  start_ms: 191280\n  end_ms: 192750\n- text: I'm gone just like my Aftermath chain\n  start_ms: 192750\n  end_ms: 195830\n- text: Don't make me take you back to ninety six\n  start_ms: 195830\n  end_ms: 198670\n- text: Leanin' on that Datsun on the corner eatin' catfish\n  start_ms: 198670\n  end_ms: 200870\n- text: The Game, da, da, da Game spit, that shit\n  start_ms: 200870\n  end_ms: 204350\n- text: I'm controversial like the Afro pic with the black fist\n  start_ms: 204350\n  end_ms: 207260\n- text: Just ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss\n  start_ms: 207260\n  end_ms: 209460\n- text: I'm reckless and I ain't never crash whips\n  start_ms: 209460\n  end_ms: 212650\n- text: My pops wasn't around, so this bastard\n  start_ms: 212650\n  end_ms: 214960\n- text: Bleed California from the cradle to the casket\n  start_ms: 214960\n  end_ms: 218420\n- text: And I won't stop ridin' for my coast\n  start_ms: 218420\n  end_ms: 220290\n- text: Niggas keep talkin' 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast\n  start_ms: 220290\n  end_ms: 223730\n- text: Where you from? California\n  start_ms: 223730\n  end_ms: 224750\n- text: What city? Compton\n  start_ms: 224750\n  end_ms: 225840\n- text: What you drive? Impala\n  start_ms: 225840\n  end_ms: 226980\n- text: What you smokin' on? Chronic\n  start_ms: 226980\n  end_ms: 228530\n- text: What you drinkin' on? Patron\n  start_ms: 228530\n  end_ms: 229920\n- text: What you sittin' on? The throne\n  start_ms: 229920\n  end_ms: 231340\n- text: Relax, make yourself at home\n  start_ms: 231340\n  end_ms: 232700\n- text: Welcome to Compton\n  start_ms: 232700\n  end_ms: 238380\n- text: Welcome to Compton\n  start_ms: 238380\n  end_ms: 244170\n- text: Welcome to Compton\n  start_ms: 244170\n  end_ms: 249520\n- text: Welcome to Compton\n  start_ms: 249520\n  end_ms: 254430\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 254430\nplain: |-\n  Dodge this\n\n  Catch me if you can, I'm in 'em old school Barkley's\n  Back to the fence, puffin' on that Bob Marley\n  Flow like oregano, nigga, you already know\n  My competition's stiffer than Ronald Regan, let it go\n\n  Befo' you be a motherfuckin' vegetable\n  You scrap niggas too animated like The Incredibles\n  Let this beef go around like the twenty six's\n  It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of Pain\n\n  Nigga, what about The Game?\n  Keep on playin', boy, I'll hop out this fuckin' Range\n  Look I ain't even ask for his fuckin' chain\n  But he took it off like Vanessa Del Rio\n\n  Now I'm on my way to Rio\n  After I see my PO, she cool, she a Leo\n  She ain't trippin' off the weed smoke\n  So I'ma blow it like the Patriots\n  And throw my dub up, 'coz Dr Dre made me rich\n\n  Where you from? California\n  What city? Compton\n  What you drive? Impala\n  What you smokin' on? Chronic\n\n  What you drinkin' on? Patron\n  What you sittin' on? The throne\n  Relax, make yourself at home\n\n  Welcome to Compton\n  Welcome to Compton\n  Welcome to Compton\n  Welcome to Compton\n\n  I wrote the block off, I talk that shit\n  Size twelve Bo Jacksons 'cause I walk that shit\n  There on Compton Blvd, that's where I walk my pits\n  Biggie and 2Pac and they bark like this\n\n  As I spark my splif\n  I see the coroner puttin' chalk around the snitch\n  We be shootin' like free throws, flyin' them desert eagles\n  Sell dope to the Po' while we eat chili Fritos\n\n  From a gang banger to a CEO\n  Everything I do is big like the nigga Caesar Leo\n  Won't stop till I'm dead, ain't gotta watch for the Feds\n  They ain't watchin' me, so here's a dome shot to the head\n\n  As I take a patron shot to the head\n  And reminisce about the shit the DOC said\n  Get money, get cars, get mine, get yours\n  And keep your head up, like the Lambo doors\n\n  Where you from? California\n  What city? Compton\n  What you drive? Impala\n  What you smokin' on? Chronic\n\n  What you drinkin' on? Patron\n  What you sittin' on? The throne\n  Relax, make yourself at home\n\n  Welcome to Compton\n  Welcome to Compton\n  Welcome to Compton\n  Welcome to Compton\n\n  Guess, it's time to break the number nine Jordan's in\n  Make a nigga mad when they been tryin' to floor the Benz\n  I'm doin' one sixty in the fast lane\n  Scott Storch in his Bugatti couldn't pass Game\n\n  I got it, made like my last name\n  I'm gone just like my Aftermath chain\n  Don't make me take you back to ninety six\n  Leanin' on that Datsun on the corner eatin' catfish\n\n  The Game, da, da, da Game spit, that shit\n  I'm controversial like the Afro pic with the black fist\n  Just ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss\n  I'm reckless and I ain't never crash whips\n\n  My pops wasn't around, so this bastard\n  Bleed California from the cradle to the casket\n  And I won't stop ridin' for my coast\n  Niggas keep talkin' 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast\n\n  Where you from? California\n  What city? Compton\n  What you drive? Impala\n  What you smokin' on? Chronic\n\n  What you drinkin' on? Patron\n  What you sittin' on? The throne\n  Relax, make yourself at home\n\n  Welcome to Compton\n  Welcome to Compton\n  Welcome to Compton\n  Welcome to Compton\n"}]