Crestside lyrics

Artist  : Mac Mall 
Song : Crestside



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(Chorus Do Thangs)

Crestside It's tha
Triple C
Crestside It's poppin' in tha
Crestside
Crestside Livin' that pimp
life
Tryin' to get a pimp ride

(Mac
Mall)

Shit I'll take ya way
back
Spittin' game longer than the gateway
track
It must have been a blessin' raised as
an adolescent
And mack 11 testin' in tha glass
house
Straight twamped out cuz hang gotta Caddy
on them thangs
Wit a phat ass TV so at age 9 I
wanted that to be me
And now big A.C. can make
in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we
been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is
lucky that Smooth can't walk
Cuz a lot of
y'all fools would be outlined in chalk
And I'd
like to say what's up, to my nigga Ronny
Wenn
He's a G when it comes to strugglin'
hustlin'
To the top, Rest in Peace to Pop and
Chris Macabee
He put the Mac in me, Thats why
I ride a brome today
Straight game, the
crestside way, we goin' pop all day
Whether
weed or Yay, I'm still stressin' cuz it seems
like last night
we lost
Mike,
S double,
and damn God needs to let the real nigga's
live,
But Nokey is gone and Freddy is
dead
In the
Crestside

(Chorus)

Now 95 is the
day and soldiers shootin' for the game,
Big
Buggy's a straight killa servin' rocks on the
way
The Double R hit them banks wit' glocks in
the Pelican Bay
You disrespect the Country Club
and fool prepare for the shank,
This ain't no
overnight shit
We been at this for
years
Back when Finch rolled a Benz and Baby
Frank was gettin' his
So if you ask me, why my
fondest memories is bout' shootouts
And high
speeds with the police
Spill Hennessey for
D-Boy and house Dubee,
It's us against them so
I stay true to the triple C
6' in the morn
choppin' quit low on the St's set up
shop
Throughout the "V" to move the next
key
Rivals be snitchin' but cook em' all in a
crock pot
Floss old schools on gold shoes and
let the hoes jock
Crestside shit, Aliens wanna
copy-cat
All in a city full of squares,
playa's, and dirty mack's
Wanna-be gangsta's,
and small tymer's tryin' to act hard
Well
real-ass soldiers, a chosen few rollin' like
hard
North of Vallejo, cuddies puttin' in the
major work
Open your eyes and take a look at
my crazy turf.
It's called
the...

(Chorus)

Back when that
Piggy P was a crooked cop
Back when that K St.
mob ruled the Kemper block
Back when we said
fuck the world, because we loved Benz
Do you
remeber Figgaro and tryin' to hustle for
ends
Hopin' that I stick to my grind and stay
real to the street
One day I'll talk on Mobile
phones and have a Chevy Caprice
Wit a couple of
mounts and some slam in my trunk
And a spliff
of that zesty cuz we don't fuck wit' them
blunts
But in this day and age cuddy, this
done got ill
Youngsta's that won't a mill and
ain't afraid to kill
What the crooked game
deals baby bloods gettin' spilled
Now it's
blunt packin' chumps that try to set up shop
where we chill
So it's all to the hood cuz
when we mob I'm stayin' hip to the time,
Got
my mind on my money keep one hand on my
nine
On the same street corner where I was
brought up and raised
The only chance I get
for peace is when I'm drunk or I'm blazed
If
this shit soundin' far-fetched and you think that
I lied
Grab your nuts nigga , we goin' for a
ride through the Crestside

(Do
Thangs)

This game don't stop from the
Crestside
O.G.'s young pimps, playa's thats
right

(Chorus 3X)

(Do
Thangs)

This game don't stop from the
Crestside
Tec nines, mack joints nigga thats
right
This game don't stop from the
Crestside
O.G.'s young pimps, playa's thats
right

One Luv,
Dolomite