เนื้อเพลง My Flag / Da Homies - The Game

[My Flag]

[The 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?

[The 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!

[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 -

[The 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?

[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

[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

[The 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?

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

[RJ:]
Westside AM, 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

[The 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?

[Da Homies]

[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 cut that's 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

[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 cut that's 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

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

[RJ & Ty Dolla $ign:]
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 cut that's 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

[AD:]
I'm 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 cut that's 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 ass in peace
Especially when the homies in the cut that's on E

[RJ & Ty Dolla $ign:]
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 cut that's 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

[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

Oh f*ck cuh

([Police:] 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
([Police:] Put your [?])
[Person 2:] Aight!
([Police:] 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
[Game:] N*gga hit the switch n*gga
Get back to 05' on these n*ggas blood
[Person 4:] Woo
[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!
[AD:] F*ck the police!!