Red Nation

Throw your motherf**king 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 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 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 dude aside like its Aftermath for life

And all I do is ride

Before I turn on 'em I kill Satan and stick my red flag

Grounding the

It's Red Nation

Now Blood the f**k up

Everyday's a gamble motherf**ker tough luck

And we gonna f**k the World till that bitch bust nuts

I can't tell ya what's good but I can tell ya what's 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

Niggas'll trade their 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 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 nigga get to actin' stupid

Get thrown in the back woods

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 f**k up

Everyday's a gamble motherf**ker tough luck

And we gonna f**k the World till the bitch bust nuts

I can't tell ya what's good but I can tell ya what's what

And that's B's up hoes down

Lookin' in the mirror I know 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

Louieville slugger you'll get buried 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 her 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 f**k up

Everyday's a gamble motherf**ker tough luck

And we gonna f**k the World till the bitch bust nuts

I can't tell ya what's good but I can tell ya what's what

And that's B's up hoes down

Lookin' in the mirror I know where to be found

Blood I'm a dog call me a blood hound

Throwin' blood in the air leave blood on the ground