K-POP Lyrics Song

The GameRed Nation (Feat. Lil Wayne)

Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky
N-gga 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 n-gga 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 poured ? like its 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 f-ck up
Everyday`s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til that bitch 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 nowhere to be found
Blood, I`m a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin` blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
N-ggas`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, n-gga 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 aint never all good
We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin` stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
Pimp, hoes and gamblers
98 degree`s on Christmas
N-gga we rollin` cannibus
Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I`m Charles Louboutin
The bitch 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 f-ck up
Everyday`s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch 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 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 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 n-gga 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 b-tch I got her some red bottoms
And all these hatin` ass n-ggas want me dead
Cause I`m Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday`s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch 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 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
Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky
N-gga 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 n-gga 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 poured ? like its 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 f-ck up
Everyday`s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til that bitch 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 nowhere to be found
Blood, I`m a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin` blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
N-ggas`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, n-gga 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 aint never all good
We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin` stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
Pimp, hoes and gamblers
98 degree`s on Christmas
N-gga we rollin` cannibus
Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I`m Charles Louboutin
The bitch 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 f-ck up
Everyday`s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch 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 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 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 n-gga 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 b-tch I got her some red bottoms
And all these hatin` ass n-ggas want me dead
Cause I`m Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday`s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch 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 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

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