Game feat. Lil Wayne Red Nation Lyrics

The R.E.D. Album Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Dr. Dre Intro
  • 2 The City
  • 3 Drug Test
  • 4 Martians vs. Goblins
  • 5 Red Nation
  • 6 Dr. Dre, Part 1
  • 7 Good Girls Gone Bad
  • 8 Ricky
  • 9 The Good, the Bad, the Ugly
  • 10 Heavy Artillery
  • 11 Paramedics
  • 12 Speakers on Blast
  • 13 Hello
  • 14 All the Way Gone
  • 15 Pot of Gold
  • 16 Dr. Dre, Part 2
  • 17 All I Know
  • 18 Born in the Trap
  • 19 Mama Knows
  • 20 California Dream
  • 21 Dr. Dre Outro
  • 22 Basic Bitch
  • Throw your mutha****ing Cincinnati hats in the sky
    ***** don't ask why
    Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
    Walk on the moon, flow hotter than June
    Any ***** 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, soo woo 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 Jude aside like its Aftermath for life
    And all I do is ride
    Before I turn on him I kill Satan
    And stick my red flag in the ground it's red nation!

    Now blood the **** up
    Everyday's a gamble ************, tough luck
    And we gon' **** the world til that ***** 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

    *****s'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
    Live and die for this ****, word to Tupac Shakur's halo
    One blood, plural, ***** 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, ***** get to actin' stupid
    Get thrown in the back woods
    Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
    Pimp, hoes and gamblers
    Ninety eight degree's on Christmas
    ***** we rollin' cannibus
    Swisha sweet ain't it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
    The ***** fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
    That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
    Ball by myself ***** Ochocinco
    Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars
    And everybody bleed out here, word to God

    Now blood the **** up
    Everyday's a gamble ************, tough luck
    And we gon' **** the world til that ***** 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

    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, you'll get buried in my New Era
    Got that natty on tighter than a magnum
    Walk in the club saggin' with a thirty eight 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 ***** 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 ***** I got her some red bottoms
    And all these hatin' *** *****s want me dead
    Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, red!

    Now blood the **** up
    Everyday's a gamble ************, tough luck
    And we gon' **** the world til that ***** 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

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