[Verse 1: Game]
 Throw your [bad word] Cincinnati hats in the sky, [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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, Soo Woo I live it
 Made the letter more famous than a Red Sox [bad word]  But that was suicide, I don't live in Judas' 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 a side
 Like it's 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

 [Hook: Wayne]
 Now Blood the [bad word] up
 Everyday's a gamble [bad word] tough luck
 And we gon' [bad word] the world 'til that [bad word] 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

 [Verse 2: Game]
 Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
 Live and die for this [bad word]  word to 2Pac Shakur's halo
 One blood, plural, [bad word] I'm spending Euros
 Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
 I'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like [bad word] up out ya hood, it ain't never all good
 We roll up in backwoods, [bad word] get to actin' stupid
 Get thrown in the backwoods, Los Angeles
 Home of the scandalous, pimp, hoes and gamblers
 98 degrees on Christmas, [bad word] we rollin' cannabis
 Swisha sweet ain't it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
 The [bad word] fainted, pulled her panites 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

 [Hook: Wayne]
 Now Blood the [bad word] up
 Everyday's a gamble [bad word] tough luck
 And we gon' [bad word] the world 'til that [bad word] 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

 [Verse 3: Game] [bad word] 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, you'll get buried in my 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 [bad word] Jim Jones at? Roll up the weed son
 So many bloods [bad word] had to get a NYC song
 And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping
 And put this new bad [bad word] I got her some red bottoms
 And all these hatin' [bad word] niggas want me dead
 Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, Red

 [Hook: Wayne]
 Now Blood the [bad word] up
 Everyday's a gamble [bad word] tough luck
 And we gon' [bad word] the world 'til that [bad word] 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