LYRICFLUENT
LYRICFLUENTRed Nation Lyrics by The Game, Lil Wayne
Below, you will find the lyrics for Red Nation by The Game.
Throw your
Muthafucking 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 hittin' switches
'Til the Spring Break
Cancun
Get it?
Nah, forget it
Soo I live it
Made the letter B more famous
Than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide
I don't live in Judas' 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 a side
Like it's Aftermath
For life
And all I do is ride
Before I turn on 'em
I kill Satan
And stick my red flag
In the ground
It's Red Nation
Now Blood
The fuck up
Every day's a gamble
Muthafucka
Tough luck
And we gonna 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
Hoes down
Lookin' in the mirror
I'm nowhere to be found
Blood
I'm a dog
Call me a blood hound
Throwin' 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 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
Nigga get to actin' stupid
Get thrown in the backwoods
Los Angeles
Home of the scandalous
Pimp, hoes and gamblers
98 degrees on Christmas
Nigga we rollin' cannabis
Swisha sweet ain't it
I told her I'm Charles
Louboutin
The bitch fainted
Pulled her panties down
Stain it
That's my Chi-lingo
Yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself
Nigga
Ochocinco
Dancing with the stars
Bullets and fast cars
And everybody
Bleed out here
Word to God
Now Blood
The fuck up
Every day's a gamble
Muthafucka
Tough luck
And we gonna 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
Hoes down
Lookin' in the mirror
I'm nowhere to be found
Blood
I'm a dog
Call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air
Leave blood on the ground
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
Louisville slugger
Yogi Berra 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 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 in some red bottoms
And all these hatin' ass
Niggas want me dead
Cause I'm Malcolm X
Before he turned Muslim
Red
Now Blood
The fuck up
Every day's a gamble
Muthafucka
Tough luck
And we gonna 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
Hoes down
Lookin' in the mirror
I'm nowhere to be found
Blood
I'm a dog
Call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air
Leave blood on the ground
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