You are the blood flowing through my fingers
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All through the soil and up in those trees
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1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go blind
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My Momma had a son, a fully automated Gun
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11 pounds seven ounces Compton here we come
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My first night in my crib
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I heard somebody screaming
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A Couple Gunshots,
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then some tires screeching
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My father reaching, what is he grabbing?
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He rolled me over in my crib,
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just to get his magnum
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Is he a policeman?
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ThatĄ¯s what IĄ¯m thinking. He canĄ¯t be that
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Bcuz he do heroin and he be drinking
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Shopping baby powder up on my momma mirror
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Mexican chicks in my kitchen cookin
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lookin like shakira
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IĄ¯m in my high chair,
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They naked, this is Rated R.
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Think I ainĄ¯t payin attention
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cuz u slide me a Gerber jar?
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Then my momma walked in with an orange box
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I couldnĄ¯t read what it said cuz she leaned over and said...
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[Chorus:]
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You are the Blood flowing through my fingers
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And I could feel it in my heart, my momĄ¯s said it from the start
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That I would always be the reason blood flowing...
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All through the soil and up in those trees
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First day of kindergarten shoe strings for a belt
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Moms worked the graveyard, too tired,
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so I dressed myself
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Who Goes to School in a Freddy Krueger Flannel?
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Black Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals
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A Lotta birthdays but we ainĄ¯t never light candles
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Gang of Christmas gifts
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but I ainĄ¯t never seen Santa
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So I waited up one year
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Guess who came through my garage
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My Daddy with a Toysaraus Bag
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Hit the lights! Aha!
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Uh-uh I ainĄ¯t goin for that
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I got presents I can see em!
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Cuz they ainĄ¯t wrapped
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From a race track to a Dre track
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DonĄ¯t wear overalls no more
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But a nigga stay strapped!
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The Rumour round my middle school
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was that I canĄ¯t rack
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There wasnĄ¯t a locker in that motherfucker
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I ainĄ¯t paint black
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And now IĄ¯m doin doughnuts in this maybach
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Reminiscing bout detention, teachers used to say that...
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[Chorus:]
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You are the blood flowing through my fingers
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And I could feel it in my heart, my momĄ¯s said it from the start
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That I would always be the reason blood flowing...
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All through the soil and up in those trees
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You Are The Blood
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| The Game |
