The Game - Cough Up A Lung lyrics

rate me

He yo, I’m in New York, going the block

I know that you see that it’s snowing

Jesus piece got a jesus piece, both of them shits is glowing

Stucy jacker hoodie on, fuck it, we ain’t blowing

G star Jordan 3’s fly like bowen

And now that I got everybody fucking attention

Let’s address this bitch ass nigga going to Kendrick

Say that I’m trash, nigga you full of gas, poke hoes and you let you fill up a New York cab

Nigga and believe all into his feelings

Cause he did 10 years for shooting at the ceiling

Then he gave you a mill, lil nigga should’ve chill

Cute curly sideburns, talking bout it real

Check my resume, any nigga wanting I bury him

But fuck his nigga, he can’t get into America

I’m bout to hit Brooklyn, fuck one his bitch Erica

Bust a nut, call the cab and cut

After I tear it up, and we just met today

Gave her the pole, the day after election day

Bitch was on section a, tryina get a sex in 8

Already came, it’s a rap like electric tape

And hurricane Sandy got this bitch lights out

She fell asleep then her girl got piped out

You need to type hoes, nba niggas wife out

I need my side bitches nigga, what your life bout?

Mine’s bout guns and the stash, the crisis piped out

That’s a 300 seat, and ...ice out

3 kids all 3 closets niked out, and I’m bout polar see 40 glock lights out

Word on the streets bitch nigga suing me, send the cops to my door

Nigga, how you a g

I ain’t beefing with the pigs, this you and me

And I spit the same 16, that you eulogy

Cough up a lung, where I’m from Compton son

Ain’t nothing nice

Cough up a lung, where I’m from Compton son

Ain’t nothing nice

Cough up a lung, where I’m from Compton son

Ain’t nothing nice.