Song Lyrics Mac Mall - Crestside    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> M>> Mac Mall Singer Lyrics [Mac Mall other resources]>> Crestside Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Mac Mall Music Title/Track: Crestside Theme ID: 642 Album: N/A 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 Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Meet Macro, Acid Bath Vampire (John George Haigh), Albert Fish Was Worse Than Any Fish In The Sea, Albert Was Worse Then Any Fish In The Sea (Albert Fish), Ambassador Hotel, Apartment 213, Bath House, Behind the Wall of Sleep, Blood Bank, Christopher Scarver, Coming To Chicago, Cup Of Coffee, Dahmers Dead, Dahmers Dead, David Brom took an axe, Diary Of Torture (Robert Berdella), Disease, Do The Dahmer, Dog Guts, Dortheas Dead Folks Home (Dorthea Puente), Dr. Holmes (He Stripped Their Bones), Drill Bit Lobotomy, Ed Gein, Edmond Kemper Had A Horrible Temper =, Edmond Kemper Had a Horrible Temper: Edmond Kemper, Embalmer, Exhumer, Exposure, Fatal Foot Fetish (Jerry Brudos), Fathers Big Nuts, Fathers Spiritual Nuts, Fishtales, Freeze Dried Man, Fritz Haarmann Der Metzger, Fritz Haarmann The Butcher, Funeral Home, Gacys Lot, Gacys Lot (John Wayne Gacy), Gacys Lot =, Grandmothers House, Grandmothers House, Harvey Glataman (Your Soul Will Forever Rot), Hey Laurie Dann, Hitchhiker, Holidays Of Horror, Hot Rods To Hell, How Bout Some Coffee, Howard Unrah =, Howard Unrah (What Have You Done Now?!), I Need To Kill, Other Mac Mall song Lyrics Dont Move Lyrics Dopefiends Lullaby Lyrics Dusted N Disgusted Lyrics Ghetto Stardom Lyrics People Ever Ask You Lyrics Shakin In The Alley Lyrics Wide Open Lyrics With Me Or Against Me Lyrics Other Artists Mac Wiseman Lyrics Mac-Row Lyrics Macabre Lyrics Macaulay Tony Lyrics Macbeth Lyrics Macc Lads Lyrics MacColl Ewan Lyrics Maccoll Kirsty Lyrics Maccrane Paul Lyrics Macdonald Melissa Lyrics All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners and are strictly for educational purposes only. lyricstrue.net Copyright © 2005-2007 All Rights Reserved., , Privacy policy