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 ******** duke just moved a house in yayo
And you know I keep gunners on the payroll
I even ****** with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these ********s gotta spray for
You ******** around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef ********t is what a ******** made for
I open fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this ******** with Chuck Taylor's screaming ******** haters
Bad ******** I'ma ******** later, tryna touch paper
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 ********
Mainline, waistside, westside ********
******** peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Suckin' out ********s, ******** is ya'll mean?
Lowkey is on drop, give a ******** bout whatcho mama
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 fifth
No gimmicks, God damn
I won't stop being a blood to gangland
To my **** 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'?"
********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
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, ********t, you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'******' fifty
I got love for certain ********s, I've been doing this since knee high 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
******** this Athens, made the game mad
So east coast ********s be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
********s 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 ********t we was doing the other day blood to that uh, to that Mustard beat when the homie was beating on his chest and ********t?
RJ - Oh you talkin' bout that uh, that uh
The homies in the cut that's on E, ********s turnt up and we bout to hit the street (Mumbling)
The Game - Ay the blood, ay take blood drink. Give me that mutha'******' ******** blood. Ay duke, do that ********t blood
The homies in the cut that's on E, ********s turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the ******** 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 ********, lemme hit the ********
Where the ******** you get this bud from homie?
Ay, we about to run outta gas my ********
The homies in the cut that's on E, ********s turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the ******** 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
Im a real Compton Crip I hope you ********s 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 ******** 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, ******** don't say mine
The homies in the cut that's on E
Some ********s bang the C some ********s bangin' the P
I'm really in the streets you other ********s is weak
On my mama and the hood, ******** around and Ya ass in peace
Especially when the homies in the cut that's on E
The homies in the cut that's on E, ********s turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the ******** 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
Say ********, that little ********'s right there cuz
Where ********?
Right across the street loc. Man I told these ********s the last time they keep pullin' em over here there gonna be problems cuz
Ay cuz, turn that ******' music down ********
Tired of these ********s comin' over here and ********t ********
Turn the lights on, man turn the lights on!
Man pull up ********, I said pull up cuh!
Hold on, hold on, they look like One Time
(Sirens blare)
Oh ******** cuh
(Police in background): This is the Compton Police
Man I knew I shouldn't have rolled witchu ********s, I'm about to get life cuz
Life? Cuz they bout to put me on the row ********
(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 ******** don't drop that soap ********
******** ass ********s in ya own hood ********
(laughing)
******** hit the switch ******** (Car hydraulics activate) Get back to 05' on these ********s blood
Woo
(Driving away)
I ain't goin'
Shh
******** that ******** 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 ********s but I'm going out
******** it then cuh, on Compton Crip ! (kick the door open?)
(Sounds of slamming and gunshots)
******** the police!!