R.E.D. by Bukshot Lyrics

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Paint the city red
Paint the city red
Hate my city red (hot not, hot not)
Paint the city red
Ain't my city red?
Made my city red (hot not, hot not)
Paint the city red (paint)
Paint the city red (paint)
Hate my city red (hate) (hot not, hot not)
Yeah
Paint the city red (paint)
Ain't my city red? (paint)
Made my city red (aye) (hot not, hot not)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Let's start with the interstate, yeah I'm riding 65
Hungry for a dinner plate, KFC gon' keep it live
I'ma pick the city up, watch me I'ma paint it red
Hold the goose I got my cup
Plus my pocket's full of bread
Downtown young sinner
Wanted as I mess with y'all
Charlie Sean we've been winners since the days of Freedom Hall
Everybody throw them nails up high
Paint the city red I'm fly
Who's gonna do it, I'm that guy
Bukshot, I'm that guy
Fourth street, nappy roots
M.O.B. style, Broadway
Red and black with Pacino, basketball all day
You a veil Cardinal bird, naw we not afraid of 'em
I don't care what you heard, meet me at the stadium
One and only Papa Johns
Touchdown, Charlie Strong
How can we go on?
Paint it red all night long
Off the chain, off the track, just like Ollie's Trolley
I'ma do the thing, paint it red like Muhammad Ali
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Paint the city red
Paint the city red
Hate my city red (hot not, hot not)
Paint the city red
Ain't my city red?
Made my city red (hot not, hot not)
Paint the city red (paint)
Paint the city red (paint)
Hate my city red (hate) (hot not, hot not)
Yeah
Paint the city red (paint)
Ain't my city red? (paint)
Made my city red (aye) (hot not, hot not)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Riding down Bardstown paint it red, shining
Reading a L.E.O. magazine yeah, highlands
Time to eat, grab a seat
Meet me at Spinelli's man
Sunny day, I'm okay
Paint it red, do my thing
Stop and hear ecstasy
Grab the new velocity
I might drink a Big Red, looking for a new CD
Watermelon, chicken, grits, lunchtime
Hitting wicks
Louisville, that's home-run yeah I'm feeling this
Cool cars, that's my ish
Big wheels on my whip
Hit J-Mall get that fit
Sam put diamonds on my wrist
Massimo, car, Lucci
Bring 'em out, diamond dolls
Gotti make it rain, got them girls married to the M.O.B
Mike Lining's steady merk
Lowes, maybe Brute Chris
Water run, bark, on the river hanging with the kids
Bar none, Expo Five
Headline is Phoenix Hill
Welcome to my city, yeah, welcome to The Ville
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Paint the city red
Paint the city red
Hate my city red (hot not, hot not)
Paint the city red
Ain't my city red?
Made my city red (hot not, hot not)
Paint the city red (paint)
Paint the city red (paint)
Hate my city red (hate) (hot not, hot not)
Yeah
Paint the city red (paint)
Ain't my city red? (paint)
Made my city red (aye) (hot not, hot not)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
White Castle, slugger bats
5-0-2 where it's at
Grippo Chips, fitted caps
Big ole whips, party hats
Derby day race tracks
Churchhill Downs, yeah
Glasses in the sky
Make a toast, Secretariat
Thunder Over Louisville
Watch 'em go berserk
Call it Katy Perry, we offing fireworks
Doo Wop Shop I just might rent a rock guitar
Find me at Angels Bar
I be on my Superstar
Catch me on 265 talking on the telephone
Always got a bad chick on my side
Louisville that's my home
I come gritty while this track got 'em banging heads
Put my city on the map while I paint it red
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Paint the city red
Paint the city red
Hate my city red (hot not, hot not)
Paint the city red
Ain't my city red?
Made my city red (hot not, hot not)
Paint the city red (paint)
Paint the city red (paint)
Hate my city red (hate) (hot not, hot not)
Yeah
Paint the city red (paint)
Ain't my city red? (paint)
Made my city red (aye) (hot not, hot not)
Yeah, yeah