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conversations.value: Write me a song called My Flag/Da Homies with the following description: This blood anthem is produced by DJ Mustard and released early along with “El Chapo” on iTunes on October 9th.
  AD is the only known Compton Crip to be featured on this track. All other rappers on the song are bloods or have no gang affiliation.
  The music video was released on December 17th, 2015 on The Game’s Vevo page.
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SfT3QVTY9Y Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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  Part I: My Flag
  ]
  [Intro: YG]
  Mustard on the beat, ho
  [Chorus: The 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: 
  Skeme
   & 
  The 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)
  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 down to spray for
  You fuck around and catch twenty out this Range Rove'
  Mayne, 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 screamin' "Fuck haters"
  Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paper
  In a six-trey rag goin' brazy up the Ave. 
  What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe [Chorus: The Game, 
  The Game & Skeme
  ]
  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 2: Jay 305]
  It's anybody killa, that's for anybody, nigga
  Mainline, [?], 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 3: 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 [Chorus: The 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 4: Joe Moses]
  I put the woop in the woop like my DLBs
  All I know is VNGs and FTBs
  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 motherfuckin' .50
  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 5: RJmrLA]
  Westside A-Ha
  t, 
  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 'til the casket [Chorus: The 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 & 
  RJmrLA
  ]
  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?
  Oh you talkin' bout that uh, that uh
  The homies in the Cutlass on E
  Niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street [?]
  Ayy, the blood, ay take blood drink. Give me that motherfuckin' weed, blood
  Ayy, duke, do that shit, blood
  [Chorus: RJmrLA & The Game]
  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 Cutlass 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: The Game & 
  RJmrLA
  ]
  Ay nigga, lemme hit the weed
  Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?
  Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga
  Mustard on the beat, ho
  [Chorus: RJmrLA, 
  RJmrLA & Ty Dolla $ign
  , 
  Ty Dolla $ign
  ]
  The homies in the Cutlass 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 Cutlass on E
   
  (Ah, yeah)
  Down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
   
  (Yeah, yeah)
  Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
  Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac
   
  (Yeah)
  [Verse: AD]
  I'm 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 Cutlass 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
  [Chorus: RJmrLA & AD, 
  RJmrLA
  , 
  RJmrLA & Ty Dolla $ign
  , 
  Ty Dolla $ign
  ]
  The homies in the Cutlass 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 Cutlass on E
   
  (Ah, yeah)
  Down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
   
  (Yeah, yeah)
  Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
  Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac
   
  (Yeah)
  [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
  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
  Police in background: Put your car off
  Person 2: Aight!
  Police in background: 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
  Game: Nigga hit the switch nigga Get back to 05' on these niggas blood
  Person 4: Woo
  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!
  AD : Fuck the police!!