The Game — My Flag/Da Homies

[Part I: My Flag] [Intro] Mustard on the beat, ho [Chorus: 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: Skeme & 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) 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 [Chorus: The Game, The Game & Skeme] 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] 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 [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 Yeah Dat [Chorus: 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? [Verse 5: Joe Moses] 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 [Verse 6: RJ] 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 [Chorus: 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? [Part II: Da Homies] [Intro: The Game & RJ] 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 [Chorus: 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 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 [Interlude] 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 [Chorus: RJ & Ty Dolla $ign] 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) [Verse: AD] 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 [Chorus: RJ & Ty Dolla $ign] 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) [Skit] 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 [?] 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!!