Red Bandana lyrics

Artist  : Game 
Song : Red Bandana



 Send "Red Bandana" Ringtone to your Cell 

 not! *echoing*

blackwall street

the
game

beach boy

charli baltimore (he
wears a red bandana)

rockstar

we are
the black gang

free shye

mother
fuckers! (he wears a red bandana)



[chorus]

on the front of murder dog (he
wears a)

on the cover of the source you see
(he wears a red bandana)

the whole world
know (he wears a)

every nigga in the hood
know (he wears a red bandana)

50 told the
nypd (he wears a)

why you snitch on me and
tell em that (he wears a red bandana)

all
the pirus know (he wears a)

even my crip
niggas know (he wears a red bandana)



[verse 1]

chea chea

dear god let me
clense my soul/ throw away all the rims and the
gold/

o no I cant do that/ do I love god?
True dat/ but I got a gun so move back/

im
loco like 5 eses in the side of chevelle ridin on
low pros/

im a renegade ride with the 44/
been a gangbanger all my life, fuck the popo/

I aint never been a cocky kid/ know they could
kill me if they shot pac and big/

but I let
my bandana hang/ in the city of angles we
gangbang/

I move that chronic and yayo/ way
before I met 50, banks, buck and yayo/

ask
eminem, even dr. dre know/ I put one in last ten
in the range rov/

used to push that rock
like jay hov/ you better lay low when the ak
blow/

or get wings and a halo/ run to the
hood and tell em im the nigga they gotta pray
for/

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah/

I said run to the hood and tell
em im the nigga they gotta pray for, lay low and
stay low



[chorus]

on the front
of murder dog (he wears a)

on the cover of
the source you see (he wears a red bandana)

the whole world knows (he wears a)

every
nigga in the hood know (he wears a red
bandana)

50 told the nypd (he wears a)

why you snitch on me and tell em that (he wears
a red bandana)

all the pirus know (he wears
a)

even my crip niggas know (he wears a red
bandana)



[verse 2]

chea
chea

im a gangbanger don’t get it fucked
up/ you aint never bang, you aint never laces
chucks up/

so how the fuck you gon
criticize me/ I aint the reason niggas is bangin
the nyc/

makin bullshit threats on the
m.i.c./ I don’t wake up in cold sweats when I
sleep/

I live comfortably/ with a red rag
tied around the 45 in case nigga try to come for
me/

mad cause I started my own company/ I
don’t know what the fuck niggas want from me/

except something for free/ before the
documentary dropped, you bitch niggas wasn’t
bumpin me/

and to some degree/ I gotta keep
that 4-5th under me/ I don’t run from beef/

it’s either cock back, squeeze, or be
underneath/ cause im from the streets of
(compton)

and my grandmother died before I
was multi/ wasn’t raised right cause my parents
was both high/

high off cocaine, my
introduction to the dope game came in 85 watchin
soul train/

mama told me I was the future,
and one day I'll be fly like soul plane/

just don’t bang/ but back then, I’d do anything
for a jerri-curl and a gold chain/

niggas
always got something to say/ like they aint never
bumped n.w.a./

punk niggas talk shit, but
when they need hits they swallow their fucking
pride and come runnin to dre/

niggas come
to LA when they need to talk/ cause kanye told
everybody jesus walks/

bush killed more
niggas in the towers then gangbanging ever did,
that’s why they need new york/



[chorus]

on the front of murder dog (he
wears a)

on the cover of the source you see
(he wears a red bandana)

the whole world
knows (he wears a)

every nigga in the hood
know (he wears a red bandana)

50 told the
nypd (he wears a)

why you snitch on me and
tell em that (he wears a red bandana)

all
the pirus know (he wears a)

even my crip
niggas know (he wears a red bandana)



[outro]

yeah mother fuckers

chuck
taylor

o you thought I forgot about that
alias huh

im going back to my roots

g-unit is dead

as a staff, a record
label, and a mother fuckin group

your
clothes cant sell

your shoes are straight
garbage

your movies suck!

chicken
little killed you nigga

hahahaha
*echos*

how you like it nigga

I took
yo style

I aint doin no third verse

imma just talk to you nigga

like you do
when you get mad at me cause you cant fuck with
me lyrically mother fucker!!!

you gon do
one of those sing song little clucky poppy
hooks

you like the rap linsey lohan you
fuckin faggot

write 8 bars about me
nigga

I do this shit all day 50!

curtis jackson

boo boo

marcus…snitch

black wall street c. e. o.
mother fuckas!

hurricanes in stores
december 26th

stop snitchin stop lyin the
dvd in stores december 6th

it’s a tell all
nigga

wait till my movie come out

im
glad it aint based on my life

with that
knock off 8 mile shit

you could never be
eminem mother fucker

you aint lyrically
inclined enough to be jay-z, nas, b.i.g. or
pac

and in the modern day…today, tomorrow,
next week

you cant fuck with the game
nigga!

out