My Flag/Da Homies (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jay 305, AD, Mitch E-Slick, Joe Moses, RJ & Skeme)-The Game

歌手 : The Game

专辑 : The Documentary 2.5[Explicit]

语种 : 英语

时长 : 06:37

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TXT My Flag/Da Homies (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jay 305, AD, Mitch E-Slick, Joe Moses, RJ & Skeme)-The Game 文本歌词

My Flag/Da Homies (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jay 305, AD, Mitch E-Slick, Joe Moses, RJ & Skeme) - 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

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

Get out the way yo

That ni**a duke just moved a house in yayo

And you know I keep gunners on the payroll

I even f**ked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo

Young General these niggas gotta spray for

You F**k around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'

Mane that beef sh*t is what a ni**a made for

I open fire on her open mouth case closed

Came in this b**ch with

Chuck Taylor's screaming f**k haters

Bad b**ch I'ma f**k later tryna touch paper

In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave

What I'm drinking got me thinking Ni**a

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 ni**a

Mainline waistside westside ni**a

F**k peace this for Crenshaw kings

Suckin' out niggas f**k is ya'll mean

Lowkey is on drop

Give a f**k bout whatcho mama

When it's on it's on

Pop it like a bottle of patron

Then lay back with a b**ch

Man this is westside Jay to your fifth

No gimmicks God damn

I won't stop being a blood to gangland

To my d**e 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*t 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

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 phase back to back that's on STB

And if you claimin' you a blood

Sh*t you better know me

Big homie gave me a gun and said

It better be empty

I was eleven years old with a mother f**kin' 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

Westside AM 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

Ni**a 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 till 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

RJ what's that sh*t we was doing the other day

Blood to that uh

To that Mustard beat when the homie was beating

On his chest and sh*t

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

Ay the blood ay take blood drink

Give me that mutha'f**kin' w**d blood

Ay duke do that sh*t 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 w**d 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 'gnac

Ay ni**a lemme hit the w**d

Where the f**k you get this bud from homie

Ay we about to run outta gas my ni**a

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 w**d 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 'gnac

I'm 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 seaters

After that straight to the hood

Where them tanners holding theme heaters

Look sagging down the A-Line war f**k 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 ni**a don't say mine

The homies in the cut that's 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 f**k around

And Ya a** in peace

Especially when 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

Say ni**a that little ni**a's right there cuz

Where ni**a

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 f**kin' music down ni**a

Tired of these niggas comin' over here and sh*t ni**a

Turn the lights on man turn the lights on

Man pull up ni**a I said pull up cuh

Hol' Up hol up they look like One Time

Oh f**k cuh

This is the Compton Police

Man I knew I shouldn't have rolled witchu niggas

I'm about to get life cuz

Life

Cuz they bout to put me on the row ni**a

Aight

Shut it off asshole

It's off cuh

Hey look at blood and them get jacked by the ones

Ha ha ha ni**a don't drop that soap ni**a

B**ch a** niggas in ya old hood ni**a

Ni**a hit the switch ni**a

Get back to 05' on these niggas blood

Woo

I ain't goin'

Shh

F**k that ni**a cuz I swear to God I ain't goin'

The f**k you mean you ain't going

I ain't going back to the pen cuz I can't

Ni**a what the f**k we gon' do then

I don't know about you niggas but I'm going out

F**k it then cuh on Compton Crip

Kick the door

F**k the police