Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Are the Blood, artist - The Game. Album song Superman, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.01.2013
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
You Are the Blood |
| 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… |
| 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 motherfucker |
| I ain’t paint black |
| And now I’m doin doughnuts in this maybach |
| Reminiscing bout detention, teachers used to say that… |
| 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 |