Red Nation

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