The Game - Red Nation Lyrics
(feat. Lil Wayne)[Game - Verse 1]Throw your mutha*****ing Cincinnati hats in the skyNigga don't ask whyRed laces in and out of them Air Max '95?sI, walk on the moon, flow hotter than JuneAny nigga want drama I kick up a sand dunePeace to my man 'Tune for giving his man roomNow we hittin' switches to the Spring Break, CancunGet it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live itMade the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fittedBut that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyesHalf of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or dieSuge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eyeDre called, told my baby momma "won't you decide"She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for lifeAnd all I do is rideBefore I turn on 'em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the groundIt's Red Nation!!![Lil Wayne]Now Blood the ***** upEveryday's a gamble mutha*****er, tough luckAnd we gon ***** the World til that ***** bust nutsI can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, whatAnd that's, B's up, hoes downLookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be foundBlood, I'm a dog, call me a blood houndThrowin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground[Game - Verse 2]Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. ColeLive and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's haloOne blood, plural, nigga I'm spendin' Euro'sFerrari got an ice cream paint job, DorroughI'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you likeCome up out ya hood, it ain't never all goodWe roll up in backwoods, nigga get to actin' stupidGet thrown in the back woodsLos Angeles, home of the scandalousPimp, hoes and gamblers98 degree's on ChristmasNigga we rollin' cannibusSwisha sweet ain't it, I told her I'm Charles LouboutinThe ***** fainted, pulled her panites down, stain itThat's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingualBall by myself, OchocincoDancing with the stars, bullets and fast carsAnd everybody bleed out here, word to God[Lil Wayne]Now Blood the ***** upEveryday's a gamble mutha*****er, tough luckAnd we gon ***** the World til the ***** bust nutsI can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, whatAnd that's, B's up, hoes downLookin' in the mirror, I know where to be foundBlood, I'm a dog, call me a blood houndThrowin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground[Game - Verse 3]Russia got a Red FlagUS got Red StripesLast train to Paris, round the World in these red NikesChe Guevara of the New Era, test meLouieville slugger, you'll get buried in my eraGot that natty on, tighter than a magnumWalk in the club saggin' with a 38 magnumRed Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a hill like LaurenHer and the car foreignGot my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps onAnd I keep it hood like this Phantom is a NissanWhere my nigga Jim Jones at?Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC songAnd while I'm out here, I might as well go shoppingAnd put this new bad ***** I got her some red bottomsAnd all these hatin' ass niggas want me deadCause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED[Lil Wayne]Now Blood the ***** upEveryday's a gamble mutha*****er, tough luckAnd we gon ***** the World til the ***** bust nutsI can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, whatAnd that's, B's up, hoes downLookin' in the mirror, I know where to be foundBlood, I'm a dog, call me a blood houndThrowin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
