[00:00.00] 作词 : Carter, Dwayne
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Carter, Dwayne
[00:20.45]Throw your mother******g Cincinnati hats in the sky
[00:22.89]***** don't ask why
[00:24.24]Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's
[00:27.09]I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June
[00:29.77]Any ***** want drama I kick up a sand dune
[00:32.53]Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room
[00:35.26]Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
[00:37.28]
[00:38.19]Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it
[00:40.82]Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
[00:43.49]But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
[00:46.29]Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die
[00:49.42]Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
[00:51.80]Dre called, told my baby momma "won't you decide"
[00:54.67]She chose Doc, first day I pulled dude aside like its Aftermath for life
[00:58.92]And all I do is ride
[01:00.23]Before I turn on 'em I kill Satan and stick my red flag groundin the
[01:04.17]It's Red Nation!!!
[01:05.48]Now Blood the **** up
[01:07.98]Everyday's a gamble mother******, tough luck
[01:10.86]And we gonna **** the World til that ***** bust nuts
[01:13.48]I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
[01:16.03]And that's, B's up, hoes down
[01:18.98]Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found
[01:21.66]Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound
[01:24.35]Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
[01:27.15]*****s'll trade their soul to be Drake or J. Cole
[01:30.00]Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo
[01:32.61]One blood, plural, ***** I'm spendin' Euro's
[01:35.24]Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
[01:38.17]I'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like
[01:40.99]Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good
[01:43.50]We roll up in backwoods, ***** get to actin' stupid
[01:46.19]Get thrown in the back woods
[01:47.62]Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
[01:49.70]Pimp, hoes and gamblers
[01:51.13]98 degrees on Chris**as
[01:52.99]***** we rollin' cannabis
[01:54.43]Swisha sweet ain't it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
[01:57.66]The ***** fainted, pulled her panties down, stain it
[02:00.10]That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
[02:02.66]Ball by myself, ***** Ochocinco
[02:04.41]
[02:05.50]Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars
[02:07.49]And everybody bleed out here, word to God
[02:10.92]Now Blood the **** up
[02:13.54]Everyday's a gamble mother******, tough luck
[02:16.29]And we gonna **** the World til the ***** bust nuts
[02:18.98]I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
[02:21.72]And that's, B's up, hoes down
[02:24.40]Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found
[02:27.20]Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound
[02:29.75]Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
[02:32.56]Russia got a Red Flag
[02:34.19]US got Red Stripes
[02:35.36]Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes
[02:38.29]Che Guevara of the New Era, test me
[02:40.98]Louieville slugger, you'll get buried in my new era
[02:43.73]Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum
[02:46.41]Walk in the club saggin' with a .38 magnum
[02:49.17]Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a hill like Lauren
[02:52.97]Her and the car foreign
[02:54.36]Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on
[02:57.21]And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
[03:00.09]Where my ***** Jim Jones at?
[03:01.57]Roll up the **** son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
[03:05.44]And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping
[03:08.31]And put this new bad ***** I got her some red bottoms
[03:11.00]And all these hatin' ass *****s want me dead
[03:13.43]Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED
[03:15.56]
[03:16.77]Now Blood the **** up
[03:19.51]Everyday's a gamble mother******, tough luck
[03:21.68]And we gonna **** the World til the ***** bust nuts
[03:24.44]I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
[03:27.42]And that's, B's up, hoes down
[03:29.86]Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found
[03:32.71]Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound
[03:35.33]Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

作词 : Carter, Dwayne
作曲 : Carter, Dwayne
Throw your mother******g Cincinnati hats in the sky
***** 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 ***** 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 groundin the
It's Red Nation!!!
Now Blood the **** up
Everyday's a gamble mother******, tough luck
And we gonna **** the World til that ***** 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
*****s'll trade their soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo
One blood, plural, ***** 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, ***** get to actin' stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
Pimp, hoes and gamblers
98 degrees on Chris**as
***** we rollin' cannabis
Swisha sweet ain't it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
The ***** fainted, pulled her panties 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 **** up
Everyday's a gamble mother******, tough luck
And we gonna **** the World til the ***** 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
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 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 ***** 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 ***** I got her some red bottoms
And all these hatin' ass *****s want me dead
Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED
Now Blood the **** up
Everyday's a gamble mother******, tough luck
And we gonna **** the World til the ***** 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