(Man)

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 DrDre 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