My Flag/Da Homies
[Hook: Game][?]Maybe I should iron out my flagMaybe I should put another crease in itMaybe I should iron out my flagIf you gang banging who you beefing with?
[Verse 1: Game]I Know your baby never hurt nobodyBut he got his ass smoked at that Mustard partyOG 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 yoThat nigga duke just moved an ounce of yayoAnd you know I keep gunners on the payrollI even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in DaygoYoung General these niggas gotta spray forYou fuck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'Mane that beef shit is what a nigga made forI open fire on her open mouth, case closedCame in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck hatersBad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paperIn a 6 tray rag going brazy up the aveWhat I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my -
[Hook: Game]Maybe I should iron out my flagMaybe I should put another crease in itMaybe I should iron out my flagIf you gang banging who you beefing with?
[Verse 3: Jay 305]It's anybody killa, that's for anybody niggaMainline, waistside, westside niggaFuck peace, this for Crenshaw kingsSockin' out niggas, tall as Yao MingLowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho mamaWhen it's on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of patronThen lay back with a bitch, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fifthNo gimmicks, God damn
[Verse 4: Mitchy Slick]I won't stop being a blood to ganglandTo my dope then kicked in locked up in a strange landSo when they be like, "Slick, why we ain't see you on TV or nothin'?"Shit, I'm still tryin' get off the gang injunctionCause when it come to this been, I'm a monster to your leafYou can do a whole damu documentary on just meCall it "The Life of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper"They did it for the grams, moves and the hushYeah Dat
[Hook: Game]Maybe I should iron out my flagMaybe I should put another crease in itMaybe I should iron out my flagIf you gang banging who you beefing with?
[Verse 5: Joe Moses]I put the woop in the woop like my DLB'sAll I know is VNG's and FTB'sI ran fades back to back, that's on STBAnd if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you better know meBig homie gave me a gun and said "It better be empty"I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin' fiftyI got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since knee highAnd you ain't a real blood if you didn't bang at the beehive
[Verse 6: RJ]Westside A-Hat, back in a straight jacketMister LA back, free my A trackMiddle of July, I'm just tryin' bring a MaybachWhole city riding, I ain't even did a Dre trackNigga this Athens, Miller gang madSo 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 flagMaybe I should put another crease in itMaybe I should iron out my flagIf 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 uhThe 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 streetThe homie on probation, make him sit up in the backBout to hit the weed spot and get another sackI said, the homies in the Cutlass on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deepFinger on the trigger, bandana round the MacRide through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac
[Interlude]Ay nigga, lemme hit the weedWhere the fuck you get this bud from homie?Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga[?]
[Hook: RJ & Ty Dolla $ign]The homies in the Cutlass on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the streetThe homie on probation, make him sit up in the backBout to hit the weed spot and get another sackI said, the homies in the Cutlass on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deepFinger on the trigger, bandana round the MacRide through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac
[Verse 1: AD]Im a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the messageLeave them 16's open, i'll make them look bad on recordsChuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the CedarsAfter that, straight to the hood where them tanas holding them heatersLook, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck it no play timeHit my first tour I was still chuckin' up gang signsHomies still cooking them cops hop out with K9Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga don't say mineThe homies in the Cutlass on ESome niggas bang the C some niggas bangin' the PI'm really in the streets you other niggas is weakOn my mama and the hood, fuck around and Ya rest in peaceEspecially 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 streetThe homie on probation, make him sit up in the backBout to hit the weed spot and get another sackI said, the homies in the Cutlass on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deepFinger on the trigger, bandana round the MacRide through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac
[Outro Skit]AD : Say nigga, that little nigga's right there cuzPerson 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 cuzAy cuz, turn that fuckin' music down niggaTired of these niggas comin' over here and shit niggaTurn 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 TimeOh fuck cuhPolice in background: This is the Compton PoliceAD : Man I knew I shouldn't have rolled witchu niggas, I'm about to get life cuzPerson 1: Life? Cuz they bout to put me on the row niggaPolice in background: Put your [?]Person 2: Aight!Police in background: Shut it off asshole!AD : It's off cuhGame: Hey look at blood an them get jacked by the onesPerson 4: Ha ha ha nigga don't drop that soap niggaGame: Bitch ass niggas in ya own hood niggaGame: Nigga hit the switch nigga Get back to 05' on these niggas bloodPerson 4: WooPerson 2: I ain't goin'AD : ShhPerson 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'tAD : Nigga what the fuck we gon' do then?Person 2: I don't know about you niggas but I'm going outAD : Fuck it then cuh, on Compton Crip! Kick the door open!AD : Fuck the police!!