Throw your mother$#&@ing 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 hitting switches to the Spring Break, Cancun





Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, 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 wasn't trapping when I was chopping the do or die




Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye


Dre called, told my baby mama, "Won't you decide?"

She chose Doc, first day I poured you aside


Like it's Aftermath for life and all I do is ride




Before I turn on him I kill Satan


And stick my red flag in the ground


It's red nation




Now Blood the $#&@ up


Everyday's a gamble mother$#&@er tough luck

And we going to $#&@ the world 'til that (*##$ bust nuts


I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what




And that's B's up, ho's down


Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found


Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound

Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground





^!$$%s'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole

Live and die for this %#@!, word to Tupac Shakur's halo


One Blood, plural, ^!$$% I'm spending Euros


Ferrari got a ice cream paint job, Dorrough




I'm up out the hood, where they pull them guns on you like

Come up out your hood, it ain't never all good


We roll up in backwoods, ^!$$% get to acting stupid

Get thrown in the back woods




Los Angeles, home of the scandalous

Pimp, ho's and gamblers


98 degrees on Christmas

^!$$%, we rolling cannabis




Swisher sweet, ain't it?

I told her I'm Charles Louboutin

The (*##$ fainted, pulled her panties down, stained it


That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual



Ball by myself, ^!$$% ocho, cinco


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$#&@er tough luck

And we going to $#&@ the world 'til that (*##$ bust nuts

I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what




And that's B's up, ho's down

Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found

Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound


Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground



Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes


Last Train to Paris, around the world in these red Nikes

Che Guevara of the New Era, test me

Louisville Slugger, you'll get buried in my New Era



Got that Natti on, tighter than a Magnum

Walk in the club sagging with a .38 magnum

Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sitting on a hill like Lauren

Her and the car foreign



Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to put my peeps on

And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan

Where my ^!$$% 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 (*##$, I got her some Red Bottoms

And all these hating $$# ^!$$%s want me dead

Because I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, R.E.D.



Now Blood the $#&@ up

Everyday's a gamble mother$#&@er tough luck

And we going to $#&@ the world 'til that (*##$ bust nuts

I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what



And that's B's up, ho's down

Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found

Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound

Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground