Artist: The Game f/ Lil Wayne Album: R.E.D. Song: Red Nation Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Verse One: The Game] Throw your motherfuckin Cincinnati hats in the sky, nigga don’t ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine five'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 givin his man room Now we hittin switches to the Spring Break Cancun Get it, nah forget it, Soo Woo 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 mama 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 him I kill Satan And stick my red flag in the ground It’s Red Nation!!! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Uh! Now Blood the fuck up!!! Everyday’s a gamble motherfucker tough luck And we 'gon fuck the World 'til 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 nowhere to be found Blood I’m a dog call me a blood hound Throwin blood in the air leave blood on the ground!!!! [Verse 2: The Game] Niggas will 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 spendin Euro’s Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough I’m up out the hood, where they pull them 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 cannibus Swisha sweet aint 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 Ochocinco Dancing With The Stars, bullets and fast cars And everybody bleed out here word to God!!! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Uh! Now Blood the fuck up!!! Everyday’s a gamble motherfucker tough luck And we 'gon fuck the World 'til 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 nowhere to be found Blood I’m a dog call me a blood hound Throwin blood in the air leave blood on the ground!!!! [Verse Three: The Game] Russia got a red flag U.S. got red stripes Last Train To Paris 'round the World in these red Nikes Che Guevara of the New Era test me Louisville slugger you’ll get buried in my Era Got that 'natti on, tighter than a magnum Walk in the club saggin with a 38 magnum Red Ralph Lauren's, the double R sittin on a Hill like Lauryn Her and the car foreign got my red Dre Beats on, tryin 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 N.Y.C. song And while I’m out here, I might as well go shoppin 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!!! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Uh! Now Blood the fuck up!!! Everyday’s a gamble motherfucker tough luck And we 'gon fuck the World 'til 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 nowhere to be found Blood I’m a dog call me a blood hound Throwin blood in the air leave blood on the ground!!!