作词 : Lyon+Valenzano+Carter,Guen 作曲 : Lyon+Valenzano+Carter,Guen 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!!! Now Blood the f-ck up Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck And we gon f-ck the World til that ***** bust **** 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 N-ggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole Live and die for this ****, 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 ***** 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 Now Blood the f-ck up Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck And we gon f-ck the World til the ***** bust **** 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 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 **** 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 Now Blood the f-ck up Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck And we gon f-ck the World til the ***** bust **** 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
[00:00.000] 作词 : Lyon+Valenzano+Carter,Guen [00:01.000] 作曲 : Lyon+Valenzano+Carter,Guen [00:21.57]Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky [00:23.94]N-gga don't ask why [00:25.13]Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's [00:28.13]I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June [00:30.26]Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand dune [00:32.94]Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room [00:35.57]Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break, Cancun [00:38.01]Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it [00:41.26]Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted [00:43.76]But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes [00:47.07]Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die [00:49.57]Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye [00:52.51]Dre called, told my baby momma "won't you decide" [00:55.01]She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life [00:59.32]And all I do is ride [01:00.89]Before I turn on em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground [01:04.95]It's Red Nation!!! [01:07.51]Now Blood the f-ck up [01:09.01]Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck [01:11.57]And we gon f-ck the World til that ***** bust **** [01:13.89]I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what [01:16.32]And that's, B's up, hoes down [01:18.26] [01:19.95]Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found [01:22.88]Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound [01:25.32]Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground [01:28.32]N-ggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole [01:31.38]Live and die for this ****, word to Tupac Shakur's halo [01:33.94]One blood, plural, n-gga I'm spendin' Euro's [01:36.01]Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough [01:38.82]I'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like [01:41.70]Come up out ya hood, it aint never all good [01:44.07]We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin' stupid [01:46.88]Get thrown in the back woods [01:48.20]Los Angeles, home of the scandalous [01:50.57]Pimp, hoes and gamblers [01:52.13]98 degree's on Christmas [01:53.82]N-gga we rollin' cannibus [01:55.13]Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin [01:58.07]The ***** fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it [02:00.76]That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual [02:03.51]Ball by myself, Ochocinco [02:05.57]Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars [02:09.01]And everybody bleed out here, word to God [02:13.32]Now Blood the f-ck up [02:14.82]Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck [02:17.45]And we gon f-ck the World til the ***** bust **** [02:19.82]I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what [02:22.51] [02:23.55]And that's, B's up, hoes down [02:26.12]Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found [02:28.81]Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound [02:30.86]Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground [02:33.86]Russia got a Red Flag [02:35.87]US got Red Stripes [02:36.87]Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes [02:39.68]Che Guevara of the New Era, test me [02:42.12]Louieville slugger, you'll get buried in my era [02:44.93]Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum [02:47.37]Walk in the club saggin' with a 38 magnum [02:50.06]Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a hill like Lauren [02:53.99]Her and the car foreign [02:55.74]Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on [02:58.24]And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan [03:01.12]Where my n-gga Jim Jones at? [03:03.24]Roll up the **** son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song [03:06.43]And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping [03:09.56]And put this new bad b-tch I got her some red bottoms [03:12.37]And all these hatin' ass n-ggas want me dead [03:14.31]Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED [03:20.18]Now Blood the f-ck up [03:21.31]Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck [03:22.37]And we gon f-ck the World til the ***** bust **** [03:25.31]I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what [03:29.00]And that's, B's up, hoes down [03:31.31]Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found [03:33.93]Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound [03:36.25]Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground [03:38.87]
