The Game - My Flag/Da Homies lyrics
[The Game - My Flag/Da Homies lyrics]
Mustard on the beat, ho
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?
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)
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
That nigga Duke just moved an ounce of yayo
And you know I keep gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young general these niggas down to spray for
You fuck around and catch twenty
Out this Range Rove'
Mayne, 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 screamin' "Fuck haters"
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paper
In a six-trey rag goin' brazy up the Ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking
Nigga maybe
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?
It's anybody killa, that's for anybody
Nigga mainline, , westside nigga
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Sockin' out niggas tall as Yao Ming
Lowkey is on drop
Give a fuck bout whatcho 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 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God damn
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'?"
Shit, 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
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?
I put the woop in the woop like my DLBs
All I know is VNGs and FTBs
I ran fades 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 motherfuckin' 50
I got love for certain niggas
I've been doing this since knee high
And you ain't a real blood if
You didn't bang at the beehive
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
Nigga this Athens, Miller gang mad
So east coast niggas be like "Cuh
You crackin'" niggas ain't goin' hard
As you should stop rappin'
I'ma be the street rider 'til the casket
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?
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?
Oh you talkin' bout that uh, that uh
The homies in the Cutlass on E
Niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
Ayy, the blood, ay take blood drink
Give me that motherfuckin' weed, blood
Ayy, duke, do that shit, blood
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 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
Ay nigga, lemme hit the weed
Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?
Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga
Mustard on the beat, ho
The homies in the Cutlass 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 Cutlass on E
(Ah, yeah)
Down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
(yeah, yeah)
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a
Cup full of 'gnac (yeah)
Im a real Compton Crip I hope
You niggas 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 fuck 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
Nigga don't say mine
The homies in the Cutlass 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 mama and the hood
Fuck around and Ya rest in peace
Especially when the homies in
The Cutlass on E
The homies in the Cutlass 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 Cutlass on E
(Ah, yeah)
Down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
(yeah, yeah)
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a
Cup full of 'gnac (yeah)
AD: Say nigga
That little nigga's right there cuz
Person 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 cuz
Ay 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 cuh!
Person 2: Hold on, hold on
They look like One Time oh fuck cuh
Police in background: This is
The Compton Police
AD: Man I knew I shouldn't
Have rolled witchu niggas
I'm about to get life cuz
Person 1: Life? Cuz they bout to
Put me on the row nigga
Police in background: Put your car off
Person 2: Aight!
Police in background: 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 nigga
Don't drop that soap nigga
Game: Bitch ass niggas in ya own hood nigga
Game: Nigga hit the switch nigga Get back
To 05' on these niggas blood person 4: Woo
Person 2: I ain't goin' aD: Shh
Person 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't
AD: Nigga what the fuck we gon' do then?
Person 2: I don't know about you
Niggas but I'm going out
AD: Fuck it then cuh
On Compton Crip! Kick the door open!
AD: Fuck the police!
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?
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)
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
That nigga Duke just moved an ounce of yayo
And you know I keep gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young general these niggas down to spray for
You fuck around and catch twenty
Out this Range Rove'
Mayne, 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 screamin' "Fuck haters"
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paper
In a six-trey rag goin' brazy up the Ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking
Nigga maybe
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?
It's anybody killa, that's for anybody
Nigga mainline, , westside nigga
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Sockin' out niggas tall as Yao Ming
Lowkey is on drop
Give a fuck bout whatcho 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 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God damn
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'?"
Shit, 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
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?
I put the woop in the woop like my DLBs
All I know is VNGs and FTBs
I ran fades 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 motherfuckin' 50
I got love for certain niggas
I've been doing this since knee high
And you ain't a real blood if
You didn't bang at the beehive
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
Nigga this Athens, Miller gang mad
So east coast niggas be like "Cuh
You crackin'" niggas ain't goin' hard
As you should stop rappin'
I'ma be the street rider 'til the casket
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?
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?
Oh you talkin' bout that uh, that uh
The homies in the Cutlass on E
Niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
Ayy, the blood, ay take blood drink
Give me that motherfuckin' weed, blood
Ayy, duke, do that shit, blood
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 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
Ay nigga, lemme hit the weed
Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?
Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga
Mustard on the beat, ho
The homies in the Cutlass 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 Cutlass on E
(Ah, yeah)
Down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
(yeah, yeah)
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a
Cup full of 'gnac (yeah)
Im a real Compton Crip I hope
You niggas 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 fuck 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
Nigga don't say mine
The homies in the Cutlass 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 mama and the hood
Fuck around and Ya rest in peace
Especially when the homies in
The Cutlass on E
The homies in the Cutlass 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 Cutlass on E
(Ah, yeah)
Down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
(yeah, yeah)
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a
Cup full of 'gnac (yeah)
AD: Say nigga
That little nigga's right there cuz
Person 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 cuz
Ay 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 cuh!
Person 2: Hold on, hold on
They look like One Time oh fuck cuh
Police in background: This is
The Compton Police
AD: Man I knew I shouldn't
Have rolled witchu niggas
I'm about to get life cuz
Person 1: Life? Cuz they bout to
Put me on the row nigga
Police in background: Put your car off
Person 2: Aight!
Police in background: 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 nigga
Don't drop that soap nigga
Game: Bitch ass niggas in ya own hood nigga
Game: Nigga hit the switch nigga Get back
To 05' on these niggas blood person 4: Woo
Person 2: I ain't goin' aD: Shh
Person 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't
AD: Nigga what the fuck we gon' do then?
Person 2: I don't know about you
Niggas but I'm going out
AD: Fuck it then cuh
On Compton Crip! Kick the door open!
AD: Fuck the police!
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