Red Nation (feat. Lil Wayne)

Throw your motherfucking 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'll kick up a sand dune

Peace to my man, Tune for giving his man room

Now we hitting 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 Judas' eyes

Half of these rappers wasn't trapping

When I was chopping 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 it's Aftermath for life and all I do is ride

Before I turn on him, I'll kill Satan

And stick my red flag in the ground, it's Red Nation

Uh, now Blood the fuck up

Everyday's a gamble, motherfucker, tough luck

And we gon' fuck the world till 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

Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found

Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound

Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

****'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, ****, I'm spending Euros

Ferrari got a ice cream paint job, Dorrough

I'm up out the hood

Where they pull them guns on you like

Come up out your hood, it ain't never all good

We roll up them Backwoods

**** get to acting stupid

Get thrown in the backwoods

Los Angeles, home of the scandalous

Pimp, hoes and gamblers

Ninety eight degrees on Christmas

****, we rolling cannabis

Swisher 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 bilingual

Ball by myself, ****, Ocho Cinco

Dancing with the scars, bullets and fast cars

And everybody bleed out here, word to God

Uh, now Blood the fuck up

Everyday's a gamble, motherfucker, tough luck

And we gon' fuck the world till 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

Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found

Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound

Throwing 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 sagging with a .38 magnum

Red Ralph Lauren's, that double R sitting 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 bitch, I got her some red bottoms

And all these hating ass **** want me dead

'Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, Red

Uh, now Blood the fuck up

Everyday's a gamble, motherfucker, tough luck

And we gon' fuck the world till 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

Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found

Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound

Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground