Red Nation Chords by Game

[Start]

[Intro]
Am D C Am A7 D C Am
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                        Am                        
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky


[Verse]
Am                 
Nigga don't ask why
    Am                                           
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I
D                C                    
Walk on the moon flow hotter than June
Am                                        
Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Am                                           
Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room
    Am                                            
Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break Cancun
Dm                   C                
Get it nah forget it soo woo I live it
     Am                                            
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
Am                                               
But that was suicide I don't live in Judah's eyes
        Am                                                              
Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die
Dm                    C                       
Suge had me in I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Am                                            
Dre called told my baby momma won't you decide
                                            Am                         
She chose Doc first day I pulled Jude aside like its Aftermath for life
          Am        
And all I do is ride
Dm               C               
Before I turn on him I kill Satan


[Chorus]
    Am                                             
And stick my red flag in the ground it's red nation
Am7                  
Now blood the fuck up
A7                                         
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
D7               D             C                   
And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts
  A7                                                   
I can't tell ya whats good but I can tell ya whats what
    A7                     
And that's B's up hoes down
A7                                            
Lookin' in the mirror I'm no where to be found
D                                    
Blood I'm a dog call me a blood hound
Am                                                 
Throwin' blood in the air leave blood on the ground


[Verse]
Am                                             
Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J Cole
Am                                                    
Live and die for this shit word to Tupac Shakur's halo
Dm               C                        
One blood plural nigga I'm spendin' Euro's
Am                                         
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job Dorrough
Am                                                  
I'm up out the hood where they pull guns on you like
Am                                         
Come up out ya hood it ain't never all good
   Dm                   C                         
We roll up in backwoods nigga get to actin' stupid
    Am                      
Get thrown in the back woods
                        Am        
Los Angeles home of the scandalous
Am                    
Pimp hoes and gamblers
             Am                   
Ninety eight degree's on Christmas
Am                       
Nigga we rollin' cannibus
Dm     D                C                    Am       
Swisha sweet ain't it I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
          Am                                      
The bitch fainted pulled her panites down stain it
Am                                   
That's my Chilingo yeah I'm bilingual
Am                            
Ball by myself nigga Ochocinco
Dm                     C                    
Dancing with the stars bullets and fast cars
Am                                   A7 
And everybody bleed out here word to God


[Chorus]
    A7               
Now blood the fuck up
Am                                         
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
D7               D             C                   
And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts
  A7                                                   
I can't tell ya whats good but I can tell ya whats what
    A7                     
And that's B's up hoes down
A7                                            
Lookin' in the mirror I'm no where to be found
D               C                    
Blood I'm a dog call me a blood hound
Am                                                 
Throwin' blood in the air leave blood on the ground
F                    
Russia got a Red Flag
F                 
Us got Red Stripes
D7                        G                      Asus4
Last train to Paris round the world in these red Nikes
               A7                 
Che Guevara of the new era test me
                          Am                   F  
Louisville slugger you'll get buried in my New Era
    F                                  
Got that natty on tighter than a magnum
D                             G                    
Walk in the club saggin' with a thirty eight magnum
A7                                                          
Red Ralph Laurens the double R sittin' on a hill like Lauren
A7                     
Her and the car foreign


[Verse]
    Am                                       
Got my red Dre Beats on tryna put my peeps on
Am                                              
And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
Dm                       C 
Where my nigga Jim Jones at
                        Am                                          
Roll up the weed son so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
                                          Am      
And while I'm out here I might as well go shopping
                                              Am     
And put this new bad bitch I got her some red bottoms
Dm                       Am                 
And all these hatin' ass niggas want me dead
          Am                                   
Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim red


[Chorus]
Am                   
Now blood the fuck up
Am                                         
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck
Dm                             Am                  
And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts
        Am                                             
I can't tell ya whats good but I can tell ya whats what
    Am                     
And that's B's up hoes down
Am                                            
Lookin' in the mirror I'm no where to be found
                C                    
Blood I'm a dog call me a blood hound
Am                                                 
Throwin' blood in the air leave blood on the ground


[Outro]
Am7 Am D C Am
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