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Utwór: Crest creepers

  • wykonawca: Mac Dre
  • wyświetleń: 1134


     I be that cold crest creeper, stompin' and rompin'
  Puttin' the crest on the map, like NWA did Compton
  Got my finger on the trigger, dont make me pull it and bail
  Plus I'm ski masked down, all you see is bullets and shells
  From that HK, they say Dre is slightly crazy
  But aint nothin' but the way them crestside streets raised me
  I'm shady, all my game make you trust me
  Players love me, haters dodge and duck me
  They hidin' while I'm ridin, Crestsidin' through the fog
  I'm a double R hog, doin' dirt with my dogs
  Crest gorilla makin' scrilla, boy I gets G's
  Put more holes in a nigga than they put in Swiss cheese
  
  [Sugawolf]
  Now check credential, these niggas be killa status
  Pack a tech, tote a tommy, you know I brandish
  Some dont understand, niggas I hog about my scrillions
  Pill young knuckle heads, stoppin by my building
  Built in the game, foundated since '74
  Its that Mark Ave nigga... You know
  Get your millimeter, these niggas round here be heated
  And if you need it, eat it up when I feed it
  So giddy up, get game, if you aint knowin' that it'll happen
  Thats that real shit... fuck all that rappin'
  So go on and ask your folks
  'Cause these crest niggas aint no joke
  
  [Jamar]
  Pussy aint the prize so you can miss me with that bullshit
  Young hog through the hallways, strapped down with them full clips
  Catch 'em on surveilance, a murder thats how I read it
  So potna if you saw it, play like you aint seen it
  I'm the cleanest in this murder shit, cuddie who you with?
  Represent that Sawyer all star killa click
  Wave both hands and watch me yoked in the stands
  This them creepers coward, so could you understand
  Faulty information keep on gettin' sold to the FBI
  So what you gon' do? big baller dont cry
  Everybody in this world cant get by
  We love to be high, so pop yo collar, let it go
  'Cause this crest creep shit is gettin' sold like blow
  
  [Naked]
  Look it, at who just crept up out the bushes
  Without warning, swarming in black garments
  Performing like an OG, crest vet, oh yes its Naked
  But I'm forced to wear clothes, because its cold on the North Pole
  This 4-4 got the enemy behind the line
  'Cause once they cross it, aww shit, another violent crime
  Has been committed in the itty bitty city called Vallejo
  All hell breaks loose when you fuck with lou
  Me and my people 'cause we deep in this shit
  Brought heat to this shit, just in case a hater wanna trip
  Off the fact that the country club is in the building
  Hit the ceiling with your 3 C's if ya feeling
  Where I'm coming from, now who in the fuck you running from
  Them cuddie top dogs are on there way and they coming dumb
  
  [Da Unda Dogg]
  Hoes they, hoes they love me
  'Cause I'm the U-N-D-A-D-O double G
  Crestsidin', hittin' switches, let me drop you a line
  If you ridin' then you bitches better be on time
  You fucking with my pleasures now
  In L.A., fuck Da Unda Dogg wont let you down
  So let me bust a nut, we creepin', so hurry up get yo ass in this telly
  No time for speakin', remove your clothes and lay on your belly
  I got that Watts shit, mixed with that Crestside twist
  Block shit, bitches love to fuck with this
  
  [Reek Daddy]
  Reek Daddy the muthafuckin' instigator
  Mr. get this shit started right now, fuck later
  From the Crest to the muthafuckin' Midwest, Reckless
  15 cuddies on a dead nigga chest
  Bitch have you ever rolled with a rider?
  Bouncin' in the low hollerin' out Crestsider!!
  Ripped, dont even trip, its gon' be some more shit
  I got the big clip, filled up with hollow tips
  Cold Crest creeper and I always keep my cannon on me
  Dont forget the dope 'cause I'm a lay you where you standin' homie
  Hoe if you know me, you know what I'm about
  Act like a snake bit my dick and suck the poison out
  
  [Mac Mall]
  Cuddie I go way back, sippin' heem straight like chris mack
  In the 'lac, yac up, aliens better back up
  Playa like OG bust
  See there aint nothing like that ball hog soup, for country club hog nuts
  Smash fools like Barlow, serve big game like tip toe
  Might catch me mackin' in Chicago
  Smokin' on some ????
  Pimp shit, talkin' smooth, armani man, I'm out to conquer the globe
  Might start off in Vegas, hookers bringin' more of those papers
  Boss mackin' got me scuffin' my gators
  Call me Luke Skywalker, the alien stalker
  Cuddie, fuck ya friends, ya folks, even ya potna
  Lil' soldier got a chopper plus he gone off one
  And OG's think the penitentiary is fun
  So he's bread to kill, and aint scared to die
  Nuclear age titan up out the Crest side
  

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