Текст песни Mac Mall - Crestside
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(Chorus, Do Thangs)Crestside, It`s tha Triple CCrestside, It`s poppin` in tha CrestsideCrestside, Livin` that pimp lifeTryin` to get a pimp ride(Mac Mall)Shit, I`ll take ya way back Spittin` game longer than the gateway trackIt must have been a blessin` raised as an adolescentAnd mack 11 testin` in tha glass houseStraight twamped out cuz hang gotta Caddy on them thangsWit a phat-ass TV, so at age 9 I wanted that to be meAnd now big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas stripSince 1976 we been infuenced by pimpsAnd y`all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can`t walkCuz a lot of y`all fools would be outlined in chalkAnd I`d like to say what`s up, to my nigga Ronny WennHe`s a G when it comes to strugglin` hustlin`To the top, Rest in Peace to Pop and Chris MacabeeHe put the Mac in me, Thats why I ride a brome todayStraight game, the crestside way, we goin` pop all dayWhether weed or Yay, I`m still stressin` cuz it seems like last nightwe lostMike,S double, and damn God needs to let the real nigga`s live,But Nokey is gone and Freddy is deadIn the Crestside(Chorus)Now 95 is the day and soldiers shootin` for the game,Big Buggy`s a straight killa servin` rocks on the wayThe Double R hit them banks wit` glocks in the Pelican BayYou disrespect the Country Club and fool prepare for the shank,This ain`t no overnight shitWe been at this for yearsBack when Finch rolled a Benz and Baby Frank was gettin` hisSo if you ask me, why my fondest memories is bout` shootoutsAnd high speeds with the policeSpill Hennessey for D-Boy and house Dubee,It`s us against them so I stay true to the triple C6` in the morn choppin` quit low on the St`s set up shopThroughout the "V" to move the next keyRivals be snitchin` but cook em` all in a crock potFloss old schools on gold shoes and let the hoes jockCrestside shit, Aliens wanna copy-catAll in a city full of squares, playa`s, and dirty mack`sWanna-be gangsta`s, and small tymer`s tryin` to act hardWell real-ass soldiers, a chosen few rollin` like hardNorth of Vallejo, cuddies puttin` in the major workOpen your eyes and take a look at my crazy turf.It`s called the...(Chorus)Back when that Piggy P was a crooked copBack when that K St. mob ruled the Kemper blockBack when we said fuck the world, because we loved BenzDo you remeber Figgaro and tryin` to hustle for endsHopin` that I stick to my grind and stay real to the streetOne day I`ll talk on Mobile phones and have a Chevy CapriceWit a couple of mounts and some slam in my trunkAnd a spliff of that zesty cuz we don`t fuck wit` them bluntsBut in this day and age cuddy, this done got illYoungsta`s that won`t a mill and ain`t afraid to killWhat the crooked game deals baby bloods gettin` spilledNow it`s blunt packin` chumps that try to set up shop where we chillSo 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 nineOn the same street corner where I was brought up and raisedThe only chance I get for peace is when I`m drunk or I`m blazedIf this shit soundin` far-fetched and you think that I liedGrab your nuts nigga , we goin` for a ride through the Crestside(Do Thangs)This game don`t stop from the CrestsideO.G.`s young pimps, playa`s thats right(Chorus 3X)(Do Thangs)This game don`t stop from the CrestsideTec nines, mack joints nigga thats rightThis game don`t stop from the CrestsideO.G.`s young pimps, playa`s thats rightOne Luv,Dolomite