The Game

The Game - My Flag / Da Homies

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Feat. Jay 305, Ty Dolla $ign, AD, Mitchy Slick, Joe Moses, RJ (OMMIO) & Skeme

(Hook)

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 bangin who you beefin with?

(Verse)

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)

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

That nigga duke just moved a house in 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 screamin fuck haters

Bad bitch I'mma fuck later, trynna touch paper

In a 6 tray rag goin brazy up the ave

What I'm drinkin got me thinkin, nigga maybe I should iron out my dog

(Hook)

(Verse)

Is anybody killin us, that's for anybody nigga

Mainline, waistside, westside nigga

Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw kings

Suckin' out niggas, fuck is ya'll mean?

Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatchu 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 to your fifth

No gimmicks, God damn

(Verse)

I won't stop bein 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

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

You can do a whole damn documentary on just me

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

They did it for the grams, moves and the hush

God damn

(Hook)

(Verse)

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

All I know is VNG's and FTB's

I ran phase 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 muthefuckin' fifty

I got love for certain niggas, I've been doin this since knee highNehi

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

(Verse)

Westside AM, back in a straight jacket

Mister LA back, free my A track

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

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

Nigga this thang gonna made the game mad

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

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

I'mma be the street rider till the casket

(Hook)

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(Intro )

RJ, what's that shit we was doin the other day blood to that ah, to that Mustard beat when the homie was beatin on his chest and shit?

Ooh you talkin' bout that uh, that ah

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

Ay the blood, ay take blood drink

Give me that mutherfuckin' weed blood

Ay duke, do that shit blood

(Hook)

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 cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep

Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac

Ride throw the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

(Verse)

Ay nigga, let me hit the weed

Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?

Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga

(Hook)

The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we about 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 throw the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

(Verse)

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

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

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

After that, straight to the hood where dem tanners holdin theme heaters

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

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

Homies still cookin dem cops hop out with K9

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

The homies in the cut that's 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 mamma and the hood, fuck around and Ya ass in peace

Especially when the homies in the cut that's on E

(Hook)

(Outro)

Say nigga, that little nigga's right there cuz

Where nigga?

Right across the street loc

Man I told these niggas the last time they keep pullin' dem over here there gon’ be problems cuz

Hey 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 ah

Hold Up hol up they look like One Time

Oh fuck cuh

This is the Compton Police

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

Life i better cuz they bout to put me on the row nigga

Shut it off asshole!

It's off cuh

Ha ha ha nigga don't drop that soap nigga

Bitch ass niggas in ya old hood nigga

Nigga hit the switch nigga

Get back to 05' on these niggas blood

I ain't goin'

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

The fuck you mean you ain't goin?

I ain't goin back to the pen cuz I can't

Nigga what the fuck we gon' do then?

I don't know bout you niggas but I'm goin out

Fuck it then cuh, on Compton Crip !

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