The Game - My Flag / Da Homies lyrics
rate meFeat. 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 !
