Red Nation
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๐ ID: 1033425
๐ Lyrics
Throw your motherfucking 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 hitting switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, 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 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 mama, "Won't you decide?"
She chose Doc, first day I poured you aside
Like it's 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 fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
And we going to 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, ho's down
Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound
Throwing 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 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 in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
Pimp, ho's and gamblers
98 degrees on Christmas
Nigga, we rolling cannabis
Swisher sweet, ain't it?
I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panties down, stained it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself, nigga ocho, cinco
Dancing With the Stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, word to God
Now Blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
And we going to 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, ho's 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, U.S. got red stripes
Last Train to Paris, around 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 Natti on, tighter than a Magnum
Walk in the club sagging with a .38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sitting on a hill like Lauren
Her and the car foreign
Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to 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 hating ass niggas want me dead
Because I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, R.E.D.
Now Blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
And we going to 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, ho's down
Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound
Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
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 hitting switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, 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 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 mama, "Won't you decide?"
She chose Doc, first day I poured you aside
Like it's 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 fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
And we going to 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, ho's down
Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound
Throwing 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 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 in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
Pimp, ho's and gamblers
98 degrees on Christmas
Nigga, we rolling cannabis
Swisher sweet, ain't it?
I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panties down, stained it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself, nigga ocho, cinco
Dancing With the Stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, word to God
Now Blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
And we going to 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, ho's 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, U.S. got red stripes
Last Train to Paris, around 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 Natti on, tighter than a Magnum
Walk in the club sagging with a .38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sitting on a hill like Lauren
Her and the car foreign
Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to 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 hating ass niggas want me dead
Because I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, R.E.D.
Now Blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
And we going to 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, ho's down
Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound
Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.36] Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
[00:22.63] Nigga, don't ask why
[00:24.14] Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's
[00:27.14] I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June
[00:29.62] Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune
[00:32.37] Peace to my man Tune for giving his man room
[00:35.18] Now we hitting switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
[00:38.00] Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I live it
[00:40.64] Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
[00:42.80] But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
[00:46.07] Half of these rappers wasn't trapping when I was chopping the do or die
[00:49.06] Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
[00:51.87] Dre called, told my baby mama, "Won't you decide?"
[00:54.67] She chose Doc, first day I poured you aside
[00:57.33] Like it's Aftermath for life and all I do is ride
[01:00.10] Before I turn on him I kill Satan
[01:02.63] And stick my red flag in the ground
[01:04.90] It's red nation
[01:05.82] Now Blood the fuck up
[01:07.93] Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
[01:10.64] And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts
[01:13.34] I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what
[01:16.31] And that's B's up, ho's down
[01:18.76] Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
[01:21.59] Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound
[01:24.16] Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
[01:27.29] Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
[01:29.97] Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo
[01:32.65] One Blood, plural, nigga I'm spending Euros
[01:35.28] Ferrari got a ice cream paint job, Dorrough
[01:37.94] I'm up out the hood, where they pull them guns on you like
[01:41.02] Come up out your hood, it ain't never all good
[01:43.62] We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid
[01:45.98] Get thrown in the back woods
[01:47.87] Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
[01:49.34] Pimp, ho's and gamblers
[01:51.16] 98 degrees on Christmas
[01:52.45] Nigga, we rolling cannabis
[01:54.64] Swisher sweet, ain't it?
[01:55.90] I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
[01:57.56] The bitch fainted, pulled her panties down, stained it
[01:59.81] That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
[02:02.37] Ball by myself, nigga ocho, cinco
[02:05.23] Dancing With the Stars, bullets and fast cars
[02:07.88] And everybody bleed out here, word to God
[02:10.71] Now Blood the fuck up
[02:13.44] Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
[02:16.12] And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts
[02:18.81] I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what
[02:21.86] And that's B's up, ho's down
[02:24.36] Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
[02:27.35] Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound
[02:29.81] Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
[02:32.68] Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes
[02:35.32] Last Train to Paris, around the world in these red Nikes
[02:38.29] Che Guevara of the New Era, test me
[02:40.73] Louisville Slugger, you'll get buried in my New Era
[02:43.92] Got that Natti on, tighter than a Magnum
[02:46.47] Walk in the club sagging with a .38 magnum
[02:49.09] Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sitting on a hill like Lauren
[02:52.80] Her and the car foreign
[02:54.61] Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to put my peeps on
[02:56.62] And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
[02:59.92] Where my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll up the weed, son
[03:02.70] So many Bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
[03:05.49] And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping
[03:08.26] And put this new bad bitch, I got her some Red Bottoms
[03:10.96] And all these hating ass niggas want me dead
[03:13.34] Because I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, R.E.D.
[03:16.21] Now Blood the fuck up
[03:18.97] Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
[03:21.41] And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts
[03:24.32] I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what
[03:27.14] And that's B's up, ho's down
[03:29.94] Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
[03:32.41] Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound
[03:34.95] Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
[03:38.28]
[00:22.63] Nigga, don't ask why
[00:24.14] Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's
[00:27.14] I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June
[00:29.62] Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune
[00:32.37] Peace to my man Tune for giving his man room
[00:35.18] Now we hitting switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
[00:38.00] Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I live it
[00:40.64] Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
[00:42.80] But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
[00:46.07] Half of these rappers wasn't trapping when I was chopping the do or die
[00:49.06] Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
[00:51.87] Dre called, told my baby mama, "Won't you decide?"
[00:54.67] She chose Doc, first day I poured you aside
[00:57.33] Like it's Aftermath for life and all I do is ride
[01:00.10] Before I turn on him I kill Satan
[01:02.63] And stick my red flag in the ground
[01:04.90] It's red nation
[01:05.82] Now Blood the fuck up
[01:07.93] Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
[01:10.64] And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts
[01:13.34] I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what
[01:16.31] And that's B's up, ho's down
[01:18.76] Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
[01:21.59] Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound
[01:24.16] Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
[01:27.29] Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
[01:29.97] Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo
[01:32.65] One Blood, plural, nigga I'm spending Euros
[01:35.28] Ferrari got a ice cream paint job, Dorrough
[01:37.94] I'm up out the hood, where they pull them guns on you like
[01:41.02] Come up out your hood, it ain't never all good
[01:43.62] We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid
[01:45.98] Get thrown in the back woods
[01:47.87] Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
[01:49.34] Pimp, ho's and gamblers
[01:51.16] 98 degrees on Christmas
[01:52.45] Nigga, we rolling cannabis
[01:54.64] Swisher sweet, ain't it?
[01:55.90] I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
[01:57.56] The bitch fainted, pulled her panties down, stained it
[01:59.81] That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
[02:02.37] Ball by myself, nigga ocho, cinco
[02:05.23] Dancing With the Stars, bullets and fast cars
[02:07.88] And everybody bleed out here, word to God
[02:10.71] Now Blood the fuck up
[02:13.44] Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
[02:16.12] And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts
[02:18.81] I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what
[02:21.86] And that's B's up, ho's down
[02:24.36] Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
[02:27.35] Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound
[02:29.81] Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
[02:32.68] Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes
[02:35.32] Last Train to Paris, around the world in these red Nikes
[02:38.29] Che Guevara of the New Era, test me
[02:40.73] Louisville Slugger, you'll get buried in my New Era
[02:43.92] Got that Natti on, tighter than a Magnum
[02:46.47] Walk in the club sagging with a .38 magnum
[02:49.09] Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sitting on a hill like Lauren
[02:52.80] Her and the car foreign
[02:54.61] Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to put my peeps on
[02:56.62] And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
[02:59.92] Where my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll up the weed, son
[03:02.70] So many Bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
[03:05.49] And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping
[03:08.26] And put this new bad bitch, I got her some Red Bottoms
[03:10.96] And all these hating ass niggas want me dead
[03:13.34] Because I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, R.E.D.
[03:16.21] Now Blood the fuck up
[03:18.97] Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
[03:21.41] And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts
[03:24.32] I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what
[03:27.14] And that's B's up, ho's down
[03:29.94] Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
[03:32.41] Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound
[03:34.95] Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
[03:38.28]