(chorus do thangs)
Crestside itand's tha triple c
Crestside itand's poppinand' in tha crestside
Crestside livinand' that pimp life
Tryinand' to get a pimp ride
(mac mall)
Shit iand'll take ya way back
Spittinand' game longer than the gateway track
It must have been a blessinand' raised as an adolescent
And mack 11 testinand' 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 yand'all suckas, is lucky that smooth canand't walk
Cuz a lot of yand'all fools would be outlined in chalk
And iand'd like to say whatand's up, to my nigga ronny wenn
Heand's a g when it comes to strugglinand' hustlinand'
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 goinand' pop all day
Whether weed or yay, iand'm still stressinand' cuz it seems like last night
We lost
Mike,
S double, and damn god needs to let the real niggaand's live,
But nokey is gone and freddy is dead
In the crestside
(chorus)
Now 95 is the day and soldiers shootinand' for the game,
Big buggyand's a straight killa servinand' rocks on the way
The double r hit them banks witand' glocks in the pelican bay
You disrespect the country club and fool prepare for the shank,
This ainand't no overnight shit
We been at this for years
Back when finch rolled a benz and baby frank was gettinand' his
So if you ask me, why my fondest memories is boutand' shootouts
And high speeds with the police
Spill hennessey for d-boy and house dubee,
Itand's us against them so i stay true to the triple c
6and' in the morn choppinand' quit low on the stand's set up shop
Throughout the andquot;vandquot; to move the next key
Rivals be snitchinand' but cook emand' 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, playaand's, and dirty mackand's
Wanna-be gangstaand's, and small tymerand's tryinand' to act hard
Well real-ass soldiers, a chosen few rollinand' like hard
North of vallejo, cuddies puttinand' in the major work
Open your eyes and take a look at my crazy turf.
Itand'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 tryinand' to hustle for ends
Hopinand' that i stick to my grind and stay real to the street
One day iand'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 donand't fuck witand' them blunts
But in this day and age cuddy, this done got ill
Youngstaand's that wonand't a mill and ainand't afraid to kill
What the crooked game deals baby bloods gettinand' spilled
Now itand's blunt packinand' chumps that try to set up shop where we chill
So itand's all to the hood cuz when we mob iand'm stayinand' 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 iand'm drunk or iand'm blazed
If this shit soundinand' far-fetched and you think that i lied
Grab your nuts nigga , we goinand' for a ride through the crestside
(do thangs)
This game donand't stop from the crestside
O.g.and's young pimps, playaand's thats right
(chorus 3x)
(do thangs)
This game donand't stop from the crestside
Tec nines, mack joints nigga thats right
This game donand't stop from the crestside
O.g.and's young pimps, playaand's thats right
One luv,
Dolomite
