[Part I: My Flag]
[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho
[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 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 n***a 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 n***as down to spray for
You fuck around and catch twenty out this Range Rove'
Mayne, that beef shit is what a n***a 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, n***a 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 2: Jay 305]
It's anybody killa, that's for anybody, n***a
Mainline, [?], westside n***a
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Sockin' out n***as 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 3: 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 4: 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 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 5: RJmrLA]
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 '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 & RJmrLA]
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
N***as 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: RJmrLA & The Game]
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 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: The Game & RJmrLA]
Ay n***a, lemme hit the weed
Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?
Ay, we about to run outta gas my n***a
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Chorus: RJmrLA, RJmrLA & Ty Dolla $ign, Ty Dolla $ign]
The homies in the Cutlass 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 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]
I'm 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 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, n***a don't say mine
The homies in the Cutlass 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, fuck around and ya rest in peace
Especially when
[Chorus: RJmrLA & AD, RJmrLA, RJmrLA & Ty Dolla $ign, Ty Dolla $ign]
The homies in the Cutlass 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 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 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 fuckin' music down n***a
Tired of these n***as comin' over here and shit 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 fuck 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 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 n***a don't drop that soap n***a
Game: Bitch ass 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: Fuck that n***a 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 : N***a what the fuck we gon' do then?
Person 2: I don't know about you n***as but I'm going out
AD : Fuck it then cuh, on Compton Crip! Kick the door open!
AD : Fuck the police!!
