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 ****ing duke just moved a house in yay
And you know I keep gunners on the payroll
I even ****ed with Mitchy Slick down in Dayg
Young General these ****ers gotta spray fo
You **** around and catch 20 out this Range Ro
Mane that beef bullshit is what a bitch made fo
I open fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this shit with Chuck Taylor's screaming **** hater
Bad **** I'ma **** later, tryna touch pape
In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, **** maybe I should iron out my
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?
Is anybody killing us, that's for anybody ****in
Mainline, waistside, westside mother****er
**** peace, this for Crenshaw king
Suckin' out ****ers, **** is ya'll mean
Lowkey is on drop, give a **** bout whatcho mam
When it's on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of patron
Then lay back with a ****, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fift
No gimmicks, God damn
I won't stop being a blood to gangland
To my **** then kicked in locked up in a strange lan
So when they be like, "Slick, why we ain't see you on TV or nothin'?"
Bullshit, I'm still tryin' get off the gang injunctio
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 phase back to back, that's on STB
And if you claimin' you a blood, ****, you better know m
Big homie gave me a gun and said "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'****ing fift
I got love for certain ****ers, I've been doing this since knee high Neh
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
**** this Athens, made the game ma
So east coast ****ers be like "Cuh, you crackin'.
****ers 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?
Part II: Da Homies
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, ****ers turnt up and we bout to hit the street (Mumbling
The Game - Ay the blood, ay take blood drink. Give me that mutha****ing shit blood. Ay duke, do that shit bloo
The homies in the cut that's on E, ****ers turnt up and we bout to hit the stree
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the ****ing spot and get another sac
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 ****er, lemme hit the shi
Where the **** you get this bud from homie
Ay, we about to run outta gas my ****e
The homies in the cut that's on E, ****ers turnt up and we bout to hit the stree
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the ****ing spot and get another sac
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 ****ers get the messag
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 shit it no play tim
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, **** don't say min
The homies in the cut that's on E
Some ****ers bang the C some ****ers bangin' the
I'm really in the streets you other ****ers is wea
On my mama and the hood, **** around and Ya ass in peac
Especially when the homies in the cut that's on E
The homies in the cut that's on E, ****ers turnt up and we bout to hit the stree
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the ****ing spot and get another sac
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
Say ****er, that little ****in' right there cu
Where ****er
Right across the street loc. Man I told these ****ers the last time they keep pullin' em over here there gonna be problems cu
Ay cuz, turn that ****ing music down ****e
Tired of these ****ers comin' over here and **** shit u
Turn the lights on, man turn the lights on!
Man pull up ****er, I said pull up cuh
Hold on, hold on, they look like One Time
(Sirens blare)
Oh ****er cu
(Police in background): 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 nigga
(Pol. in back) Put your (?)
Aight!
(Pol. in back) Shut it off asshole!
It's off cuh
Hey look at blood an them get jacked by the ones
Ha ha ha bitch don't drop that soap bitch
****ed up ass niggas in ya own hood bitch
(laughing)
Niggas hit the switch (Car hydraulics activate) Get back to 05' on these niggas blood
Woo
(Driving away)
I ain't goin'
Shh
**** that shit cuz I swear to god I ain't goin'
The **** you mean you ain't going?
I ain't going back to the pen cuz I can't
**** what the **** we gon' do then?
I don't know about you niggas but I'm going out
**** it then cuh, on Compton Crip! (kick the door open?)
(Sounds of slamming and gunshots)
**** the police!!