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The Game
red nation
[Game - Verse 1]Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky
N-gga donft ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max f95?s
I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June
Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man eTune for giving his man room
Now we hittinf 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 donft live in Judahfs eyes
Half of these rappers werenft trappinf when I was choppinf the do or die
Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my baby momma gwonft you decideh
She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life
And all I do is ride
Before I turn on eem I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground
Itfs Red Nation!!!
[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everydayfs a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til that bitch bust nuts
I canft tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And thatfs, Bfs up, hoes down
Lookinf in the mirror, Ifm nowhere to be found
Blood, Ifm a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwinf blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
[Game - Verse 2]
N-ggasfll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakurfs halo
One blood, plural, n-gga Ifm spendinf Eurofs
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
Ifm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it aint never all good
We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actinf stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
Pimp, hoes and gamblers
98 degreefs on Christmas
N-gga we rollinf cannibus
Swisha sweet aint it, I told her Ifm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
Thatfs my Chi-lingo, yeah Ifm bi-lingual
Ball by myself, Ochocinco
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, word to God
[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everydayfs a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts
I canft tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And thatfs, Bfs up, hoes down
Lookinf in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, Ifm a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwinf 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, youfll get buried in my era
Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum
Walk in the club sagginf with a 38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittinf 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-gga Jim Jones at?
Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
And while Ifm out here, I might as well go shopping
And put this new bad b-tch I got her some red bottoms
And all these hatinf ass n-ggas want me dead
Cause Ifm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED
[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everydayfs a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts
I canft tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And thatfs, Bfs up, hoes down
Lookinf in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, Ifm a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwinf blood in the air, leave blood on the ground