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 ** 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 an ounce of 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 ** 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 tre 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 killa, that's for anybody **
Mainline, waistside, westside **
** peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Sockin' out **s, tall as Yao Ming
Lowkey is on drop, give a ** if with your mama
When it's on, it's on, pop you like a bottle of Patrón
Then lay back with a **, ** this is westside Jay 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God damn
I won't stop being a blood to gangland
To my ** kicked in locked up in a strange land
So when they be like, "Slick, why we don't see you on TV or nothin'?"
**, 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 One Hundred Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the BRimz, Muu'z and the Ruusterz
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 SDB
And if you claimin' you a blood, **, 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' 50
I got love for certain **s, I've been doing this since knee high
And you ain't a real blood if you didn't bang at the beehive
Westside A-Hat, 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, Miller gang mad
So east coast **s be like "Cuh, you crackin'"
**s ain't goin' hard as you should stop rappin'
I'm a peelee street rider 'til 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?
RJ, what's that ** we was doing the other day blood
To that uh, to that Mustard beat when the
When the homie was beating on his chest and **?
Oh you talkin' 'bout that uh, that uh
The homies in the Cutlass on E
**s turnt up and we 'bout to hit the street
Ay the blood trippin', ay take blood drink
Give me that motherfuckin' ** blood
Ay duke, do that ** blood
The homies in the Cutlass on E
**s turnt up and we 'bout to hit the streets
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 Cutlass on E
Down for whatever 'cause 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 **
I really pressed this ** man
Mustard on the beat, ho
The homies in the Cutlass on E
**s turnt up and we 'bout to hit the streets
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 Cutlass on E
Down for whatever 'cause the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana 'round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'Gnac (blah)
I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you **s get the message (yeah)
Leave them 16's open, I'll make them look bad on records (yeah)
Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the seaters
After that, straight to the hood where them tanas holding theme heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, it's 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 (yeah)
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, ** don't say mine (yeah)
The homies in the Cutlass on E (E)
Some **s bang the C, some **s bangin' the P (P)
I'm really in the streets you other **s is weak
On my mama and the hood, ** around you rest in peace
Especially when
The homies in the Cutlass on E
**s turnt up and we 'bout to hit the streets
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Say **, there go them **s right there cuz
Where **?
Across the street loc
Man I told these **s the last time
They keep pullin' up over here, man, ** it's gon' be problems cuh
Ay cuh, silent, turn that **in' music down **
Tired of these **s comin' over here and ** **
Turn the lights off, man turn the lights off
Man pull up **, I said pull up cuh
Hold on, hold on, that look like One Time
Oh ** cuh (this is the Compton Police)
Man I knew I shouldn't have rolled with you **s, I'm 'bout to get life cuz
Life? Cuz they bout to put me on the row ** (put your hands up and shut the car off)
Aight
(Shut it off **hole)
It's off cuh
Ay look at blood and them get jacked by the ones
** don't drop that soap **
** ** **s in ya own hood **
** hit the switch **
Get back to 05 on these **s blood
Woo
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
** the police
Ty Dolla $ign / Jay 305 / AD / Mitch E-Slick / Joe Moses / RJMrLA / Skeme / The Game
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