The Game - Where Im From Part 2 lyrics

[The Game:]

Ey yo right here in Southern California

Hittin' hardcore pop this wigga

Watch out lemme snuff this nigga

Who dat the true rap fed

The true black vets

Me and tommy a bunch of bounty hunters behind me

Do it the ski mask way I'ma legend in the makin'

Go ask Dre bar smokin' hot like roaches in the ash tray

King amongst kings

Just rememba one thing

Many tried to dial to other niggas that wanted my bling

Pour first blast takin these bitches back to the studio turn it up back to makin' them hits

I got two sons two bitches just to beef with these two bums

I tought about lettin' off two shots to watch his crew run

Contemplatin' puttin' money on they head but it's just rap

Hit Nas he tol' me don't get down like that

It's time to strategize

Time to feed me beef

But all i can think about is this 40 eatin' ya face

Mothafuckas don't know how to beef in this place

Call him he call Jeezy Jeezy call so we straight

Now

But I still got one brow to the ceiling

And a loaded 45 that ready for peelin'

I make it call more peelin' you make it out lord willin'

See life is a card game and I'm the mothafukin' dealer

I see you wit a killa

See ya chain wit a millions walk with me

[chorus:]

Cough up a lung where I'm from Compton son ain't nothin' nice {whateva}

Cough up a lung where I'm from Compton son ain't nothin' nice

Cough up a lung where I'm from Compton son ain't nothin' nice {what}

Cough up a lung where I'm from Compton son ain't nothin' nice {what} {DJ Skee}

I'ma case of the slaves to lose

drama and Dj pools

Whether or not they fuckin' wit me I was like Jay I will not lose

Been winnin' since the beginnin'

before Dre

before my records was spinnin'

I was down in that chalet fuckin' the finest women

Ask ya 50 wrong you want beef just to beef with these 2 bums

I neva admit tho she look good 'til she spit cum.