The Game Ft. Ty Dolla Sign, Jay 305, AD, Mitchy Slick, Joe Moses, RJ & Skeme - 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 ass smoked at that Mustard party

OG Blood, Everybody Know me But i came in with the little homie

[Verse 2: Skeme] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

That nigga duke just moved a house in 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 fo

Mane that beef shit what a nigga made for, i open fire on her open mouth case closed

Came in this bitch with chuck taylors screaming fuck haters

Bad bitch ima fuck later tryna touch paper

In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave what I’m drinking got me thinking

Nigga 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] Is anybody killing us, that’s for anybody nigga

Mainline, waistside, westside nigga

Fuck beasts, this for Crenshaw kings

Suckin’ out niggas, fuck is ya’ll mean?

Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho mama

When it’s song to song, pop it like a bottle of patron

Then lay back with a bitch, man this is westside Jay to your 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

Gah damn

[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 phase back to back, that’s on STB

And if you claimin’ you a blood, since you better know me

Big homie gave me a gun and said “It better be empty”

I was eleven years old with a motha’fuckin’ 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

[Verse 6: AD] Westside [?], back in the straight track

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 train track

Nigga this is Anthony, middle name [?] 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

[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?

Part II: Da Homies

[Intro] 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 cut that’s on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street (Mumbling)

The Game – Ay the blood, ay take blood drink. Give me that mutha’fuckin’ weed blood. Ay duke, do that shit blood

[Hook] 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 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 yack

[Interlude] Ay nigga, lemme hit the Wraith

Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?

Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga

[Hook] 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 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 yack