Game feat. Lil Wayne - 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 b***h 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 nowhere 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 b***h 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 b***h 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 b***h 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

Snoop Dogg & Game - Purp & Yellow (LA Leakers SKEETOX Remix)

[Intro x2]

Yeah ah ha

you know what it is

Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

Yeah ah ha, you know what it is

everything I do, I do it big

Yeah ah ha, screaming thats nothin

when I pull out the lot, thats stuntin

I rep my town, when you see me me you know everything

Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, Im in

Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

[Snoop Dogg]

Swish! 24, thats black mamba

Snoop Dogg, he’s a dope rhymer

collaborate, with the golden state

in a yellow six deuce with the purple plates

I dip and dodge, I hit 3 and roll

fish and chips, bounce pass down to Pau Gasol

we dont give a damn bout the big 3

LA Lake show we bout to 3 peat

and you can bet, thats on the set

Ron Artest about to get wet

Im on the flo’ and thats a fact

sittin’ next to uncle Jack blazin’ up the purple sack

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

[Game]

Louie Vuitton don

purple 24′s, yellow Lambo Im ridin’

top blew the guts doors goin’ suicide

Stuff in the wood, n-ggas know we gon kill that

blow it in the air boy, know they gon feel that

purp and yellow, purp and yellow

watch me ball like you sittin’ with Phil at

ten car caravan Aston Martin’s and all them hood whips

them Cutlass’s them Cadillacs’s that leather be grippin’ them wood tips

I was born up in the wood, claim Compton bet you aint know that

pops taught me how to get low in the floor clap

went from a boy to a king, any block I five five four that

n-gga better know that, boy they playin’

sawed off shotty

what they sayin’? nothin to a boss

I put two hoes in that LeCar

I come through f-ckin n-ggas off

hop in that truck and get lost

you playin’ wit a king not Gretzky

even if ya let me, keep yo girl wetter than Game on a jet ski

Oo, cool, who say he smoother than a baby’s ass

pops was a dope boy we still spendin 80′s cash

look on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is

blowin on a scarecrow on my way to see the Wiz

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

[YG]

Ridin’ down Rosecrans, Compton, California

turn on the wrong street they might bang on ya

home of the Lakers baby, yea you know its purp and yellow

take a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seeing doubles

But I’m an angel though, and your girls a pigeon

its money over everything, girl you know the vision

never been a mark if ya with it we can cut ya fade

brought out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein

Pusha Ink the label baby, everything else is f-ckin boring

I’m at Roscoes eatin wit some chicks who foreign

I took your girlfriend from you boy you’s a mark

my white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start

[Chorus Repeated]