Red Nation Lyrics - Game

Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky 

Nigga, don't ask why 

Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's 

I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June 

Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune 

Peace to my man Tune for giving his man room 

Now we hitting switches to the Spring Break, Cancun 

Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I live it 

Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted 

But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes 

Half of these rappers wasn't trapping when I was chopping the do or die 

Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye 

Dre called, told my baby mama, "Won't you decide?" 

She chose Doc, first day I poured you aside 

Like it's Aftermath for life and all I do is ride 

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Before I turn on him I kill Satan 

And stick my red flag in the ground 

It's red nation 

Now Blood the fuck up 

Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck 

And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts 

I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what 

And that's B's up, ho's down 

Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found 

Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound 

Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground 

Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole 

Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo 

One Blood, plural, nigga I'm spending Euros 

Ferrari got a ice cream paint job, Dorrough 

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I'm up out the hood, where they pull them guns on you like 

Come up out your hood, it ain't never all good 

We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid 

Get thrown in the back woods 

Los Angeles, home of the scandalous 

Pimp, ho's and gamblers 

98 degrees on Christmas 

Nigga, we rolling cannabis 

Swisher sweet, ain't it? 

I told her I'm Charles Louboutin 

The bitch fainted, pulled her panties down, stained it 

That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual 

Ball by myself, nigga ocho, cinco 

Dancing With the Stars, bullets and fast cars 

And everybody bleed out here, word to God 

Now Blood the fuck up 

Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck 

And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts 

I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what 

And that's B's up, ho's down 

Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found 

Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound 

Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground 

Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes 

Last Train to Paris, around the world in these red Nikes 

Che Guevara of the New Era, test me 

Louisville Slugger, you'll get buried in my New Era 

Got that Natti on, tighter than a Magnum 

Walk in the club sagging with a .38 magnum 

Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sitting on a hill like Lauren 

Her and the car foreign 

Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to put my peeps on 

And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan 

Where my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll up the weed, son 

So many Bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song 

And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping 

And put this new bad bitch, I got her some Red Bottoms 

And all these hating ass niggas want me dead 

Because I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, R.E.D. 

Now Blood the fuck up 

Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck 

And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts 

I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what 

And that's B's up, ho's down 

Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found 

Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound 

Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground