Jay 305 - My Flag/Da Homies lyrics

[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 a** smoked at that Mustard party OG Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the little homies, Skeme! [Verse 2: Skeme] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo That n***a duke just moved an ounce of yayo And you know I keep gunners on the payroll I even f**ed with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo Young General these n***as gotta spray for You f** around and catch 20 out this Range Ro' Mane that beef sh** is what a n***a made for I open fire on her open mouth, case closed Came in this b**h with Chuck Taylor's screaming f** haters Bad b**h I'ma f** later, tryna touch paper In a 6 tre rag going brazy up the ave What I'm drinking got me thinking, n***a 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] It's anybody k**a, that's for anybody n***a Mainline, waistside, westside n***a f** peace, this for Crenshaw kings Sockin' out n***as, tall as Yao Ming Lowkey is on drop, give a f** bout whatcho mama When it's on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of patron Then lay back with a b**h, 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'?" sh**, 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 [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 fades back to back, that's on STB And if you claimin' you a blood, sh**, you better know me Big homie gave me a gun and said "It better be empty" I was eleven years old with a motha'f**in' fifty I got love for certain n***as, 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 n***a this Athens, Miller gang mad So east coast n***as be like "Cuh, you crackin'." n***as 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? [Intro: The Game & RJ] The Game: RJ, what's that sh** we was doing the other day blood to that uh, to that Mustard beat when the homie was beating on his chest and sh**? RJ: Oh you talkin' bout that uh, that uh The homies in the Cutla** on E, n***as turnt up and we bout to hit the street [?] The Game: Ay the blood, ay take blood drink. Give me that mutha'f**in' weed blood. Ay duke, do that sh** blood [Hook: RJ] The homies in the cut that's on E, n***as 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 Cutla** 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 n***a, lemme hit the weed Where the f** you get this bud from homie? Ay, we about to run outta gas my n***a [?] [Hook: RJ & Ty Dolla $ign] The homies in the Cutla** on E, n***as 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 Cutla** 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 [Verse 1: AD] Im a real Compton Crip I hope you n***as 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 f** 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, n***a don't say mine The homies in the Cutla** on E Some n***as bang the C some n***as bangin' the P I'm really in the streets you other n***as is weak On my mama and the hood, f** around and Ya rest in peace Especially when the homies in the Cutla** on E [Hook: RJ & Ty Dolla $ign] The homies in the Cutla** on E, n***as 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 Cutla** 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 [Outro Skit] AD : Say n***a, that little n***a's right there cuz Person 2 : Where n***a? AD : Right across the street loc. Man I told these n***as the last time they keep pullin' em over here there gonna be problems cuz Ay cuz, turn that f**in' music down n***a Tired of these n***as comin' over here and sh** n***a Turn the lights on, man turn the lights on! Man pull up n***a, I said pull up cuh! Person 2: Hold on, hold on, they look like One Time Oh f** cuh Police in background: This is the Compton Police AD : Man I knew I shouldn't have rolled witchu n***as, I'm about to get life cuz Person 1: Life? Cuz they bout to put me on the row n***a Police in background: Put your [?] Person 2: Aight! Police in background: Shut it off a**hole! AD : It's off cuh Game: Hey look at blood an them get jacked by the ones Person 4: Ha ha ha n***a don't drop that soap n***a Game: b**h a** n***as in ya own hood n***a Game: n***a hit the switch n***a Get back to 05' on these n***as blood Person 4: Woo Person 2: I ain't goin' AD : Shh Person 2: f** that n***a cuz I swear to god I ain't goin' AD : The f** you mean you ain't going? Person 2: I ain't going back to the pen cuz I can't AD : n***a what the f** we gon' do then? Person 2: I don't know about you n***as but I'm going out AD : f** it then cuh, on Compton Crip! Kick the door open! AD : f** the police!!