Tekster:
Game 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

, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone I know what they don't wanna tell you Just hope you're heaven-sent and you

to you It's plain to me, I'm here with you Let's give them what they came to see Yow, yow, aiiyo We exceptional congressional It's best that you bester

I heard you say you said I was a dead man, bitch Life betters I'll put you right into gun point, you snitch Now I know your plans are rolling on me,

flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge And you love the game,that's why you boast Because you're high priced,high speed.high post You're a high roller The high

They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief Now you

'm talkin' to you Flexin' hardcore, what could you do? When we roll up you send your girl up to the crib, oh Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo Stompin' you

South Central L.A. is where my shit goes down I used to sling enough water, you could float a boat You could ski on the mountains of fuckin' coke But

'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin' down, better step inside Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride First