| 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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| That’s what I’m thinking. |
| He can’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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| I’m in my high chair,
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| They naked, this is Rated R.
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| Think I ain’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 couldn’t read what it said cuz she leaned over and said…
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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 mom’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 ain’t never light candles
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| Gang of Christmas gifts
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| but I ain’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 ain’t goin for that
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| I got presents I can see em!
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| Cuz they ain’t wrapped
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| From a race track to a Dre track
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| Don’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 can’t rack
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| There wasn’t a locker in that motherfucker
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| I ain’t paint black
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| And now I’m doin doughnuts in this maybach
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| Reminiscing bout detention, teachers used to say that…
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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 mom’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 |