The Game – My Flag / Da Homies

The Game – My Flag / Da Homies

[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 but I came in with the little homies

[Verse 2: Skeme]
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 fo
Mane that beef shit what a nigga made for, i open fire on her open mouth case closed
Came in this bitch with chuck taylors screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch ima fuck later tryna touch paper
In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave what I’m drinking got me thinking
Nigga 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]
Is anybody killing us, that’s for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, westside nigga
Fuck beasts, this for Crenshaw kings
Suckin’ out niggas, fuck is ya’ll mean?
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho mama
When it’s song to song, 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 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’?”
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
Gah damn

[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 phase back to back, that’s on STB
And if you claimin’ you a blood, since you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said “It better be empty”
I was eleven years old with a motha’fuckin’ fifty
I got love for certain niggas, I’ve been doing this since Nehi
And you ain’t a real blood if you didn’t bang at the beehive

[Verse 6: AD]
Westside [?], back in the straight track
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 is Anthony, middle name [?]
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 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 – 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?
RJ – Oh you talkin’ bout that uh, that uh
The homies in the cut that’s on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street (Mumbling)
The Game – Ay the blood, ay take blood drink. Give me that mutha’fuckin’ weed blood. Ay duke, do that shit blood

[Hook : RJ]
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 through the hood with a cup full of yack

[Interlude]
Ay nigga, lemme hit the Wraith
Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?
Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga

[Hook : RJ & Ty Dolla $ign]
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 through the hood with a cup full of yack

[Verse 1?]
Im a real Compton creeper, help you niggas get the message
Leave them 16’s open, i’ll make them look battle records
Chuck Told me “I’m Good”, now I’m headed down to the seaters
After that, Straight to the hood where them tanners holding theme heaters
Look, sagging down the a line, War fuck it no play time
Hit my First tour i was still chucking up gang signs
Homies still cooking them cops hop out with K9
Lot of rappers’s calling out names, Nigga don’t say mine

[Verse 2?]
The homies in the cut that’s on E, some niggas bang the [?]
Some niggas bang in the P, I’m really in the streets
You other niggas is weak, On my mama and the hood Fuck around and Ya ass in peace
[?] When the homies in the cut that’s on E

[Hook : RJ & Ty Dolla $ign]
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 through the hood with a cup full of yack

[Outro Skit:]

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