red nation

the game'in the r.e.d. album'ünde bulunan en gaz şarkı. kernkraft 400 şarkısından alınan sample ile tam futbol maçlarında çalınası bir şarkı olmuş. lil wayne'i sevmesem de adam nakaratta resmen yardırmış, hakkını vermek gerek.

(bkz: sözlerini de yazayım tam olsun)

Throw your muthafuckin Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don’t ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives,
I, walk on the moon,
flow hotter than June,
Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man Toon for giving his man room
Now we hittin switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, Su-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 momma “won’t you decide?”
She chose Doc, first day I poured through the side
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!!

Now blood the fuck up
everydays a gamble mutha fucka tough luck
and we gon fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts
I can’t tell you whats good but I can tell you whats what
and thats 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

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 guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it aint 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 degree’s on Christmas
Nigga we rollin cannibus
Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I’m Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panties down, stain 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!!

Now blood the fuck up
everydays a gamble mutha fucka tough luck
and we gon fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts
I can’t tell you whats good but I can tell you whats what
and thats 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

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 be buried in my new 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 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 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!!!

Now blood the fuck up
everydays a gamble mutha fucka tough luck
and we gon fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts
I can’t tell you whats good but I can tell you whats what
and thats 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