The Game - Red Nation lyrics

[Game - Verse 1] Throw your motherf**ing Cincinnati hats in the sky n***a 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 n***a want drama I kick up a sand dune Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break, Cancun Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo 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 weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye Dre called, told my baby momma "won't you decide" She chose Doc, first day I pulled dude aside like its Aftermath for life And all I do is ride Before I turn on 'em I k** Satan and stick my red flag in the ground It's Red Nation!!! [Lil Wayne] Now Blood the f** up Everyday's a gamble motherf**er, tough luck And we gonna f** the World til that b**h bust nuts I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground [Game - Verse 2] n***as'll trade their soul to be Drake or J. Cole Live and die for this sh**, word to Tupac Shakur's halo One blood, plural, n***a I'm spendin' Euro's Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough I'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good We roll up in backwoods, n***a get to actin' stupid Get thrown in the back woods Los Angeles, home of the scandalous Pimp, hoes and gamblers 98 degrees on Christmas n***a we rollin' cannabis Swisha sweet ain't it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin The b**h fainted, pulled her panties down, stain it That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual Ball by myself, n***a Ochocinco Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars And everybody bleed out here, word to God [Lil Wayne] Now Blood the f** up Everyday's a gamble motherf**er, tough luck And we gonna f** the World til the b**h bust nuts I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground [Game - Verse 3] Russia got a Red Flag US got Red Stripes Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes Che Guevara of the New Era, test me Louieville slugger, you'll get buried in my new era Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum Walk in the club saggin' with a .38 magnum Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a hill like Lauren Her and the car foreign Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan Where my n***a 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 b**h I got her some red bottoms And all these hatin' a** n***as want me dead Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned m**m, RED [Lil Wayne] Now Blood the f** up Everyday's a gamble motherf**er, tough luck And we gonna f** the World til the b**h bust nuts I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground