Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Flag/Da Homies , by - The Game. Release date: 15.10.2015
Song language: English
My Flag/Da Homies |
| 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 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 screaming fuck haters |
| Bad bitch I’ma fuck later, tryna touch paper |
| In a 6 tre rag going brazy up the ave |
| What I’m drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my — |
| My Flag |
| My Flag |
| 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, waistside, 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 DLB’s |
| All I know is VNG’s and FTB’s |
| 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 11 years old with a motha’fuckin' 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? |
| The Game: 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? |
| RJ: 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 |
| The Game: Ay the blood, ay take blood drink. |
| Give me that mutha’fuckin' weed |
| blood. |
| Ay 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 |
| 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, 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 |
| 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, 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 |
| 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! |