Crestside Lyrics

Crestside lyrics

(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