My Flag/Da Homies lyrics

[Hook: Game]

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Maybe I should iron out my flag

Maybe I should put another crease in it

Maybe I should iron out my flag

If you gang banging who you beefing with?

[Verse 1: Game]

I Know your baby never hurt nobody

But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party

OG Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the little homies, Skeme!

[Verse 2: Skeme]

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

That nigga duke just moved an ounce of yayo

And you know I keep gunners on the payroll

I even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo

Young General these niggas gotta spray for

You fuck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'

Mane that beef shit is what a nigga made for

I open fire on her open mouth, case closed

Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters

Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paper

In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave

What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my -

[Hook: Game]

Maybe I should iron out my flag

Maybe I should put another crease in it

Maybe I should iron out my flag

If you gang banging who you beefing with?

[Verse 3: Jay 305]

It's anybody killa, that's for anybody nigga

Mainline, waistside, westside nigga

Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw kings

Sockin' out niggas, tall as Yao Ming

Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho mama

When it's on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of patron

Then lay back with a bitch, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fifth

No gimmicks, God damn

[Verse 4: Mitchy Slick]

I won't stop being a blood to gangland

To my dope then kicked in locked up in a strange land

So when they be like, "Slick, why we ain't see you on TV or nothin'?"

Shit, I'm still tryin' get off the gang injunction

Cause when it come to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf

You can do a whole damu documentary on just me

Call it "The Life of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper"

They did it for the grams, moves and the hush

Yeah Dat

[Hook: Game]

Maybe I should iron out my flag

Maybe I should put another crease in it

Maybe I should iron out my flag

If you gang banging who you beefing with?

[Verse 5: Joe Moses]

I put the woop in the woop like my DLB's

All I know is VNG's and FTB's

I ran fades back to back, that's on STB

And if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you better know me

Big homie gave me a gun and said "It better be empty"

I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin' fifty

I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since knee high

And you ain't a real blood if you didn't bang at the beehive

[Verse 6: RJ]

Westside A-Hat, back in a straight jacket

Mister LA back, free my A track

Middle of July, I'm just tryin' bring a Maybach

Whole city riding, I ain't even did a Dre track

Nigga this Athens, Miller gang mad

So east coast niggas be like "Cuh, you crackin'."

Niggas ain't goin' hard, as you should stop rappin'

I'ma be the street rider till the casket

[Hook: Game]

Maybe I should iron out my flag

Maybe I should put another crease in it

Maybe I should iron out my flag

If you gang banging who you beefing with?

[Intro: The Game & RJ]

The Game: RJ, what's that shit we was doing the other day blood to that uh, to that Mustard beat when the homie was beating on his chest and shit?

RJ: Oh you talkin' bout that uh, that uh

The homies in the Cutlass on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street [?]

The Game: Ay the blood, ay take blood drink. Give me that mutha'fuckin' weed blood. Ay duke, do that shit blood

[Hook: RJ]

The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street

The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back

Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack

I said, the homies in the Cutlass on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep

Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac

Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

[Interlude]

Ay nigga, lemme hit the weed

Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?

Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga

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[Hook: RJ & Ty Dolla $ign]

The homies in the Cutlass on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street

The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back

Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack

I said, the homies in the Cutlass on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep

Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac

Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

[Verse 1: AD]

Im a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the message

Leave them 16's open, i'll make them look bad on records

Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the Cedars

After that, straight to the hood where them tanas holding them heaters

Look, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck it no play time

Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up gang signs

Homies still cooking them cops hop out with K9

Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga don't say mine

The homies in the Cutlass on E

Some niggas bang the C some niggas bangin' the P

I'm really in the streets you other niggas is weak

On my mama and the hood, fuck around and Ya rest in peace

Especially when the homies in the Cutlass on E

[Hook: RJ & Ty Dolla $ign]

The homies in the Cutlass on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street

The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back

Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack

I said, the homies in the Cutlass on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep

Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac

Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

[Outro Skit]

AD : Say nigga, that little nigga's right there cuz

Person 2 : Where nigga?

AD : Right across the street loc. Man I told these niggas the last time they keep pullin' em over here there gonna be problems cuz

Ay cuz, turn that fuckin' music down nigga

Tired of these niggas comin' over here and shit nigga

Turn the lights on, man turn the lights on!

Man pull up nigga, I said pull up cuh!

Person 2: Hold on, hold on, they look like One Time

Oh fuck cuh

Police in background: This is the Compton Police

AD : Man I knew I shouldn't have rolled witchu niggas, I'm about to get life cuz

Person 1: Life? Cuz they bout to put me on the row nigga

Police in background: Put your [?]

Person 2: Aight!

Police in background: Shut it off asshole!

AD : It's off cuh

Game: Hey look at blood an them get jacked by the ones

Person 4: Ha ha ha nigga don't drop that soap nigga

Game: Bitch ass niggas in ya own hood nigga

Game: Nigga hit the switch nigga Get back to 05' on these niggas blood

Person 4: Woo

Person 2: I ain't goin'

AD : Shh

Person 2: Fuck that nigga cuz I swear to god I ain't goin'

AD : The fuck you mean you ain't going?

Person 2: I ain't going back to the pen cuz I can't

AD : Nigga what the fuck we gon' do then?

Person 2: I don't know about you niggas but I'm going out

AD : Fuck it then cuh, on Compton Crip! Kick the door open!

AD : Fuck the police!!

• Artist:The Game
• Album:The Documentary 2.5