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  1. I'm sure it's drug related but I can't figure out what The Game is talking about...anybody know? Thoughts? The Game You Are The Blood Lyrics: You are the blood flowing through my fingers All through the soil and up in those trees 1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go blind My Momma had a son, a fully automated Gun 11 pounds seven ounces Compton here we come My first night in my crib I heard somebody screaming A Couple Gunshots, then some tires screeching My father reaching, what is he grabbing? He rolled me over in my crib, just to get his magnum Is he a policeman? That’s what I’m thinking. He can’t be that Bcuz he do heroin and he be drinking Shopping baby powder up on my momma mirror Mexican chicks in my kitchen cookin lookin like shakira I’m in my high chair, They naked, this is Rated R. Think I ain’t payin attention cuz u slide me a Gerber jar? Then my momma walked in with an orange box I couldn’t read what it said cuz she leaned over and said... [Chorus:] You are the Blood flowing through my fingers And I could feel it in my heart, my mom’s said it from the start That I would always be the reason blood flowing... All through the soil and up in those trees First day of kindergarten shoe strings for a belt Moms worked the graveyard, too tired, so I dressed myself Who Goes to School in a Freddy Krueger Flannel? Black Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals A Lotta birthdays but we ain’t never light candles Gang of Christmas gifts but I ain’t never seen Santa So I waited up one year Guess who came through my garage My Daddy with a Toysaraus Bag Hit the lights! Aha! Uh-uh I ain’t goin for that I got presents I can see em! Cuz they ain’t wrapped From a race track to a Dre track Don’t wear overalls no more But a nigga stay strapped! The Rumour round my middle school was that I can’t rack There wasn’t a locker in that m*****f***** I ain’t paint black And now I’m doin doughnuts in this maybach Reminiscing bout detention, teachers used to say that... [Chorus:] You are the blood flowing through my fingers And I could feel it in my heart, my mom’s said it from the start That I would always be the reason blood flowing... All through the soil and up in those trees Lyrics: You Are The Blood, The Game [end]
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