Red Nation Chords by Game
- Key: G
- BPM: 88
- Capo: no capo
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RED NATION ACORDES
[Start] [Intro] Am D C Am A7 D C Am ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ 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 ■ ■ ■ ■ ■