Game - Red Nation ft. Lil Wayne

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[Game - Verse 1]

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!!!



[Lil Wayne]

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 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





[Game - Verse 2]

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



[Lil Wayne]

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



[Game - Verse 3]

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



[Lil Wayne]

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



Game Ft. Lil Wayne – Red Nation Lyrics