My Flag/Da Homies - The Game

Part I: My Flag
[Produced By DJ Mustard]

[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 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 n_gga duke just moved an ounce of yayo
And you know I keep gunners on the payroll
I even f_cked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these n_ggas gotta spray for
You f_ck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef sh_t is what a n_gga made for
I open fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this b_tch with Chuck Taylor's screaming f_ck haters
Bad b_tch I'ma f_ck later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, n_gga 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 n_gga
Mainline, waistside, westside n_gga
F_ck peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Sockin' out n_ggas, tall as Yao Ming
Lowkey is on drop, give a f_ck bout whatcho mama
When it's on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of patron
Then lay back with a b_tch, 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'?"
Sh_t, 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, sh_t, you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'f_ckin' fifty
I got love for certain n_ggas, 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
N_gga this Athens, Miller gang mad
So east coast n_ggas be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
N_ggas 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?

Part II: Da Homies
[Intro: The Game & RJ]
The Game - RJ, what's that sh_t we was doing the other day blood to that uh, to that Mustard beat when the homie was beating on his chest and sh_t?
RJ - Oh you talkin' bout that uh, that uh
The homies in the Cutlass on E, n_ggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street (Mumbling)
The Game - Ay the blood, ay take blood drink. Give me that mutha'f_ckin' weed blood. Ay duke, do that sh_t blood

[Hook: RJ]
The homies in the cut that's on E, n_ggas 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 n_gga, lemme hit the weed
Where the f_ck you get this bud from homie?
Ay, we about to run outta gas my n_gga

[Hook: RJ & Ty Dolla $ign]
The homies in the Cutlass on E, n_ggas 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 n_ggas 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 f_ck 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, n_gga don't say mine
The homies in the Cutlass on E
Some n_ggas bang the C some n_ggas bangin' the P
I'm really in the streets you other n_ggas is weak
On my mama and the hood, f_ck 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, n_ggas 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 n_gga, that little n_gga's right there cuz
Person 2 : Where n_gga?
AD : Right across the street loc. Man I told these n_ggas the last time they keep pullin' em over here there gonna be problems cuz
Ay cuz, turn that f_ckin' music down n_gga
Tired of these n_ggas comin' over here and sh_t n_gga
Turn the lights on, man turn the lights on!
Man pull up n_gga, I said pull up cuh!
Person 2: Hold on, hold on, they look like One Time
(Sirens blare)
Oh f_ck cuh
(Police in background): This is the Compton Police
AD : Man I knew I shouldn't have rolled witchu n_ggas, I'm about to get life cuz
Person 1: Life? Cuz they bout to put me on the row n_gga
(Pol. in back) Put your (?)
Person 2: Aight!
(Pol. in back) 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 n_gga don't drop that soap n_gga
Game: B_tch ass n_ggas in ya own hood n_gga
(laughing)
Game: N_gga hit the switch n_gga (Car hydraulics activate) Get back to 05' on these n_ggas blood
Person 4: Woo
(Driving away)
Person 2: I ain't goin'
AD : Shh
Person 2: F_ck that n_gga cuz I swear to god I ain't goin'
AD : The f_ck you mean you ain't going?
Person 2: I ain't going back to the pen cuz I can't
AD : N_gga what the f_ck we gon' do then?
Person 2: I don't know about you n_ggas but I'm going out
AD : F_ck it then cuh, on Compton Crip! Kick the door open!
(Sounds of slamming and gunshots)
AD : F_ck the police!!

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