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My Flag/Da Homies – The Game

Part I: My Flag

[Produced By DJ Mustard]

[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 an ounce of 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 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 Taylor’s screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I’ma 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]
It’s anybody killa, that’s for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, westside nigga
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Sockin’ out niggas, tall as Yao Ming
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho mama
When it’s on, it’s 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 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
Yeah Dat

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[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 fades back to back, that’s 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 motha’fuckin’ fifty
I got love for certain niggas, I’ve been doing this since knee high
And you ain’t a real blood if you didn’t bang at the beehive

[Verse 6: RJ]
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
Nigga 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

[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, 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 : RJ]
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 ‘gnac

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[Interlude]
Ay nigga, lemme hit the weed
Where the fuck 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 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 ‘gnac

[Verse 1 : AD]
Im 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 Cedars
After that, straight to the hood where them tanas holding them heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck 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, nigga 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, fuck around and Ya rest in peace
Especially when the homies in the cut that’s on E

[Hook : RJ & Ty Dolla $ign]
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 ‘gnac

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[Outro Skit]
AD : Say nigga, that little nigga’s 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 fuckin’ 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 fuck cuh
(Police in background): This is the Compton Police
AD : Man I knew I shouldn’t have rolled witchu niggas, I’m 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 : It’s off cuh
Game: Hey look at blood an them get jacked by the ones
Person 4: Ha ha ha nigga don’t 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 ain’t goin’
AD : Shh
Person 2: Fuck that nigga cuz I swear to god I ain’t goin’
AD : The fuck you mean you ain’t going?
Person 2: I ain’t going back to the pen cuz I can’t
AD : Nigga what the fuck we gon’ do then?
Person 2: I don’t know about you niggas but I’m going out
AD : Fuck it then cuh, on Compton Crip! Kick the door open!
(Sounds of slamming and gunshots)
AD : Fuck the police!!

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Taylor Made (Feat. Wiz Khalifa) – The Game

Lirik lagu: Taylor Made (Feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Game – Chorus]
Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang
That’s my nigga Wiz and I’m Chuck Taylor mayne
We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne
We get high, fuck hoes, and roll paper planes
Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang
Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane
We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane
So throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made

[Game]
I wake up in the morning to Red Converse
Dre Beats on, listening to Bomb first
You got a hangover nigga, mine’s worse
Haze got me kicking knowledge like a Nas verse
Shit be complicated like out of towners
trying to understand why we say waddup Blood
but we not related
That’s how Compton made it,
so don’t run around yelling Soo Woo without a Chuck Taylor confirmation
On that documentary shit I shocked the nation
Muhammad Ali shit like I boxed in Vegas
When it come to beef shit, nigga I’m the greatest
I knew I was next the night they shot Pac in Vegas
I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
I see a bitch looking, I’mma end up in her pussy
See ya later, fuck haters, cause bitch we Taylors
Bitch we major

[Game – Chorus]
Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang
That’s my nigga Wiz and I’m Chuck Taylor mayne
We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne
We get high, fuck hoes, and roll paper planes
Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang
Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane
We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane
Sso throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made

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[Wiz Khalifa Verse]
Probably heard I’m the tightest
And I heard that you never smoked so I rolled it, you light it
And I heard that you liked it
And I welcome you to my world you’ve been cordially invited
Now I got the whole world excited
Know every word when they heard that I write it
Know I can fuck every girl cause my jewelry the brightest, and my herb is the lightest
Some niggas mad I made it, blame it all on perfect timing
I say I made it big cause I stuck to the cursive writing
These niggas rather be a has-been then not be famous at all
I learned you ain’t really gotta be famous to ball
I’m hustling hard, and turning bitches to custumers soon as they get in front of us,
Bad hoes after the shows rushing up
Baby them niggas clowns talk down but they look up to us
May look the same but I’m nothing like them suckas
So fuck what them niggas sayin’ and keep reppin’ the gang

[Game – Chorus]

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All That (Lady) [Feat. Lil Wayne, Big Sean, Jeremih] – The Game

Lirik lagu: All That (Lady) [Feat. Lil Wayne, Big Sean, Jeremih]

[Verse 1: Game]
You know I love you like cooked food, I’m a good dude
Let’s hit the Roscoe’s on Pico, I’m in a hood mood
I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ’bout all the things I could do
So what you should do is
Play your position for Berkin bags, we poppin’ tags
Her shoe game sick, we drinkin’ Ace out of Red Bottles
True gang shit, fuck with me and you’re famous
Kanye’d my bitch, now she’s away from the nameless
Camera flashes from strangers, turn a Range to a manger
Jesus piece on the plate, yea my baby an angel
Fell straight up out of Heaven into what we into
Who knew we’d grew into, whatever we into
That’s too much for your mental so we snapback that
Game on point like the stripes on my Gucc backpack
My ladybug, yea she cool like that
In them Trues, why you move like that

[Hook: Jeremih]
You know my lady always on
She know I need it so
She know she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all that
My lady got me going
I’m where she already knows
She knows she can get
All that, all that, all that

[Verse 2: Lil’ Wayne]
Uh, you my lady
And that pussy feel like a haven
We can make babies, let’s be creative
She say leave them tricks alone but I’m a skater
I love her like her daddy, told her no man would
I got a lot of bad bitches, she the only one good
I got her flowers for nothing, she smiling and blushing
If I don’t answer my phone, then we probably fucking, ya
She love my tattoos
Ain’t got no room for her name but I’m a make room
She let her hair down, we have a stare down
She said “I’m glad you ate it, where my cap & gown?”
Told her “I can be your chauffeur, ” dick like a limo
Multiple orgasms, that’s my M.O
Redbone pretty
I kiss her from her titty to her clitty

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[Hook: Jeremih]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Look, my girl’s sweet like my hotel floor
From where they ran through more keys than a hotel door, the D
Give her the D now the whole hotel know
Feel like I’m looking down from Heaven screaming “Oh, Hell no!”
When you hop on top, girl, that’s what it feel like
She always had a player back like them field lights
And every time I left it ain’t feel right
Cheated on her and she stayed, that’s just real life
Cause it’s hard when you ain’t on the same coast
Burning bread in the club so all these girls want toast
Hoes try and wave but we ain’t on the same boat
They trying to sink everything that we made float
She told me ’bout her ex man, her old boy stories
And how she had a dildo, you know, toy stories
Don’t fuck her on her period, ain’t into horror stories
I take her to my favorite restaurant, she order for me
Cause she know me

[Hook: Jeremih]

[Outro: Fabolous]
I’m feeling your style
I’m loving your swag
I like how your jeans fit
You’re killing that bag
You working them heels
Your diamonds are real
You give me the chills, girl
You all that…

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Mean Muggin (Feat. 2 Chainz & French Montana) – The Game

Lirik lagu: Mean Muggin (Feat. 2 Chainz & French Montana)

Walk up in the club with the million dollar is on
Swing her side to side, like my head long
Feeling like Tucci in this small fucker
Eyes Japanese, blowing sushi in this motherfucker
No true religions, just levi, come on down to the ski hive
Your bitch love to play soft ball, I let her ballin’ knee high
She ride the dick like yee-haw
She don’t fuck with no cowboys
I beat it up like I’m he-man
She love fuckin’ them key men
And after I score I do the saucer and then
Victor crew is in that Phantom
Drop the antenna
I think I see some haters in here
I think I see some haters in here
Caught the ratch (dawg)

(Dawg) Cause them niggas still mean muggin’
Nigga what you lookin’ at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin’
What you lookin’ at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin’
Bitch, whatcha lookin’ at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin’
Man, that shit don’t even mean nothin’

Yea, they mean muggin’, the 3D version
Ball in your face like Pee Wee Herman
Jack of all trades, no ace of spades
But I got a ace in my twenty ounces Gatorade
Shake that, shake that, shake it then pull it
I have me a threesome, round four something
Asta la vista, grid storm freezer
Automatic weapon, chopper had a seizure
Fire. Snap back through your snap back
Ran out of room and my trunks all need a hash back
How you niggas leaking?
Hope you niggas listenin’
Big money talk. Why you niggas whisperin’?

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Cause them niggas still mean muggin’
(Dawg) Nigga what you lookin’ at?
You nigga still mean muggin’
(Dawg) What you lookin’ at?
You nigga still mean muggin’
(Dawg) Bitch, whatcha lookin’ at?
You nigga still mean muggin’
(Dawg) Man, that shit don’t even mean nothin’

Roll up in the club like a owner’s motherfucka’
Old niggas kicking jeans I’m like pawning motherfucka’
Hoes wipe me down, Little Boosty in this motherfucka’
Rolling that Lili, Fuji’s in this motherfucka’
I say Lili, Carmelo in this motherfucka’
Shorty wanna puff, J Lo in this motherfucka’
High rollers bank stop, tattoos, tank tops
Bad news, thanks pop, you mean fool lamb chops
You know I run my city, please believe that
Got that work with them canines on rehab
Niggas licking up their face, we go eye in that
Get Rob Cole game, he gon let you buy it back

(Dawg) Cause them niggas still mean muggin’
Nigga what you lookin’ at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin’
What you lookin’ at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin’
Bitch, whatcha lookin’ at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin’
Man, that shit don’t even mean nothin’

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