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
Übersetzung: The Game. You Are The Blood.
By pleasing anyone else Are you willing to change you`re style But you`re stuck with social rules Do you fear of the blood on`a trie `cause you`re wearing
your chainsaw And the games you played. Come on, little angel, Will you play my game I'm full of hate And this hate is eternal, Are you sure you want
be on my penis If my flow had a phoenix and my paws are the cleanest 9-millimeters in the bars and arenas If you hood then you seen us, with wood in the
money baby, my truck a Lamborghini I'm in ali-bibi, where the girls are freaky Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are
love to trick Equipped with game so we bang wit this thuggish shit I see you trying to hide Hoping that nobody don't notice You must always remember you
old school years of elementary Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries But still homey keep it real, how does it feel to lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid? You
you can rap with Ooh come na ordinary game Da game na somethin you can rap with Me's a player you know? I do not, play in no game Me just, make money
: * Shock G sings the parts in {} throughout [2Pac] Haha, what you say? Who you callin rapist? Ain't that a bitch You devils, are so two faceted Wanna
Hope to raise my young nation In this world of greed Currency means nothing if you still ain't free Money breeds jealousy Take the game from me I hope
would fight me Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress Just another pest, and yes I was nervous Blood
is censored on the album version of this song One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?) Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean) No matter
cops trying to get us but they can't When you... money, you gotta always check your game ... maintain cause this game is a cold thang, can you dig it
battle song, brothers and sisters Time to go to war Did you ever believe? Were you ever a dreamer? Ever imagine heart open and free? Did you ever deny? Were you
these games people play word [Talking] Yeah you know what I'm saying blood I'm just... that's just something I wrote man a little something (hey) man why you
suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a nigga money low You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own You
try to show you art, but you just pick it apart So I see I have to start, showing you fuckin' old farts, A whole other side, I wanted to not show you So you know you
