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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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