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Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky 00:20
Nigga don't ask why 00:22
Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's 00:24
I walk on the moon, flow hotter than June 00:26
Any nigga want drama, I kick up a sand dune 00:29
Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room 00:32
Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break, Cancun 00:34
Get it, nah, forget it, SuWoo I live it 00:37
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted 00:40
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes 00:43
Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die 00:45
Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye 00:49
Dre called, told my baby momma, "Won't you decide" 00:51
She chose Doc, first day I pulled dude aside 00:54
Like its Aftermath for life and all I do is ride 00:57
Before I turn on 'em, I kill Satan 01:00
And stick my red flag in the ground, it's Red Nation, uh 01:02
Now blood the fuck-up 01:06
Every day's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck 01:08
And we gon' fuck the World 'til that bitch bust nuts 01:10
I can't tell you what's good, but I can tell you what's what 01:13
And that's B's up, hoes down 01:16
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found 01:19
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound 01:21
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground 01:24
Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole 01:27
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo 01:29
One blood, plural, nigga I'm spendin' Euro's 01:32
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough 01:35
I'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like 01:37
Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good 01:40
We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to actin' stupid 01:43
Get thrown in the back woods 01:46
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous 01:47
Pimp, hoes and gamblers 01:49
98 degree's on Christmas 01:50
Nigga we rollin' cannabis 01:52
Swisha sweet ain't it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin 01:54
The bitch fainted, pulled her panties down, stain it 01:57
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah, I'm bilingual 01:59
Ball by myself, nigga, Ochocinco 02:02
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars 02:05
And everybody bleed out here, word to God, uh 02:07
Now blood the fuck-up 02:11
Every day's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck 02:13
And we gon' fuck the World 'til that bitch bust nuts 02:16
I can't tell you what's good, but I can tell you what's what 02:18
And that's B's up, hoes down 02:21
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found 02:24
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound 02:27
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground 02:29
Russia got a Red Flag, US got Red Stripes 02:32
Last train to Paris, 'round the World in these red Nikes 02:35
Che Guevara of the New Era, test me 02:38
Louisville slugger, Yogi Berra in my new era 02:40
Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum 02:43
Walk in the club saggin' with a .38 magnum 02:46
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a hill like Lauren 02:49
Her and the car foreign 02:53
Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on 02:54
And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan 02:57
Where my nigga Jim Jones at? 03:00
Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song 03:01
And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping 03:05
And put this new bad bitch, I got her some red bottoms 03:08
And all these hatin' ass niggas want me dead 03:11
'Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, red, uh 03:13
Now blood the fuck-up 03:17
Every day's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck 03:19
And we gon' fuck the World 'til that bitch bust nuts 03:21
I can't tell you what's good, but I can tell you what's what 03:24
And that's B's up, hoes down 03:27
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found 03:29
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound 03:32
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground 03:35
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Red Nation – English Lyrics

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[English]
Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga 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 nigga 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 pulled dude aside
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, uh
Now blood the fuck-up
Every day's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
And we gon' fuck the World 'til that bitch bust nuts
I can't tell you what's good, but I can tell you 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
Niggas'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, 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 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 degree's on Christmas
Nigga we rollin' cannabis
Swisha sweet ain't 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 bilingual
Ball by myself, nigga, Ochocinco
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, word to God, uh
Now blood the fuck-up
Every day's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
And we gon' fuck the World 'til that bitch bust nuts
I can't tell you what's good, but I can tell you 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
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
Louisville slugger, Yogi Berra 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 shopping
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, uh
Now blood the fuck-up
Every day's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
And we gon' fuck the World 'til that bitch bust nuts
I can't tell you what's good, but I can tell you 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
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Key Grammar Structures

  • Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky, nigga don't ask why

    ➔ Imperative Mood

    ➔ The sentence uses the imperative mood with 'throw' and 'don't ask' to give direct commands.

  • I walk on the moon, flow hotter than June

    ➔ Simile

    ➔ The phrase 'flow hotter than June' uses a simile to compare the speaker's flow to the heat of June.

  • Any nigga want drama, I kick up a sand dune

    ➔ Conditional Sentence (Type 1)

    ➔ This is a Type 1 conditional sentence, indicating a likely result if the condition is met: 'If any nigga wants drama, I kick up a sand dune.'

  • Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted

    ➔ Comparative Adjective

    ➔ The phrase uses the comparative adjective 'more famous' to compare the fame of the letter B to that of a Red Sox fitted hat.

  • Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die

    ➔ Past Continuous vs. Past Simple

    ➔ The sentence contrasts the past continuous 'weren't trappin'' with the past simple 'was choppin'', showing simultaneous actions in the past.

  • And we gon' fuck the World 'til that bitch bust nuts

    ➔ Slang and Contraction

    ➔ The sentence uses slang ('bitch', 'bust nuts') and a contraction ('gon') to convey a casual and aggressive tone.

  • Lookin' in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found

    ➔ Present Continuous with 'be'

    ➔ The sentence uses the present continuous with 'be' to describe an action happening now: 'I'm nowhere to be found.'

  • Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on

    ➔ Gerund

    ➔ The phrase 'tryna put my peeps on' uses a gerund ('put') to describe an action as a noun.