[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 when I came in with the little homies Skeme!

[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 f*cked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas gotta spray for
You F*ck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro
Mane that beef shit is what a nigga made for
I open fire on her open mouth case closed
Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylors screaming f*ck haters
Bad bitch Ima f*ck later tryna touch paper
In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave
What Im 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 thats for anybody nigga
Mainline waistside westside nigga
F*ck peace this for Crenshaw kings
Suckin out niggas f*ck is yall mean?
Lowkey is on drop give a f*ck bout whatcho mama
When its on its 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 4: Mitchy Slick]
I wont 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 aint see you on TV or nothin?
Shit Im still tryin get off the gang injunction
Cause when it come to this been Im 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 DLBs
All I know is VNGs and FTBs
I ran phase back to back thats 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 mothaf*ckin fifty
I got love for certain niggas Ive been doing this since knee high Nehi
And you aint a real blood if you didnt bang at the beehive

[Verse 6: RJ]
Westside AM back in a straight jacket
Mister LA back free my A track
Middle of July Im just tryin bring a Maybach
Whole city riding I aint even did a Dre track
Nigga this Athens made the game mad
So east coast niggas be like Cuh you crackin.
Niggas aint goin hard as you should stop rappin
Ima 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]
The Game - RJ whats 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 thats 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 muthaf*ckin weed blood. Ay duke do that shit blood

[Hook : RJ]
The homies in the cut thats 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 thats 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 nigga lemme hit the weed
Where the f*ck you get this bud from homie?
Ay we about to run outta gas my nigga

[Hook : RJ & Ty Dolla $ign]
The homies in the cut thats 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 thats 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 niggas get the message
Leave them 16s open ill make them look bad on records
Chuck told me Im Good now Im headed down to the seaters
After that straight to the hood where them tanas holding theme heaters
Look sagging down the A-Line war f*ck 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 rapperss callin out names nigga dont say mine
The homies in the cut thats on E
Some niggas bang the C some niggas bangin the P
Im really in the streets you other niggas is weak
On my mama and the hood f*ck around and Ya ass in peace
Especially when the homies in the cut thats on E

[Hook : RJ & Ty Dolla $ign]
The homies in the cut thats 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 thats 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 nigga that little niggas right there cuz
Person 2 : Where nigga?
AD : 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*ckin music down nigga
Tired of these niggas comin over here and shit nigga
Turn the lights on man turn the lights on!
Man pull up nigga I said pull up cuh!
Person 2: Hold on hold on they look like One Time
(Sirens blare)
Oh f*ck cuh
(Police in background): This is the Compton Police
AD : Man I knew I shouldnt have rolled witchu niggas Im about to get life cuz
Person 1: Life? Cuz they bout to put me on the row nigga
(Pol. in back) Put your (?)
Person 2: Aight!
(Pol. in back) Shut it off asshole!
AD : Its off cuh
Game: Hey look at blood an them get jacked by the ones
Person 4: Ha ha ha nigga dont drop that soap nigga
Game: Bitch ass niggas in ya own hood nigga
(laughing)
Game: Nigga hit the switch nigga (Car hydraulics activate) Get back to 05 on these niggas blood
Person 4: Woo
(Driving away)
Person 2: I aint goin
AD : Shh
Person 2: F*ck that nigga cuz I swear to god I aint goin
AD : The f*ck you mean you aint going?
Person 2: I aint going back to the pen cuz I cant
AD : Nigga what the f*ck we gon do then?
Person 2: I dont know about you niggas but Im going out
AD : F*ck it then cuh on Compton Crip ! (kick the door open?)
(Sounds of slamming and gunshots)
AD : F*ck the police!