Letra de Red nation

[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