Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crest Shit, artist - Mac Dre. Date of issue: 20.04.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crest Shit |
| Once upon a time, before I had a seed |
| I was on the block with rocks and hella bags of weed |
| I’ve calmed down, used to live savagely |
| Hurt feelings, killings, a lot of tragedy |
| Once upon a time, I had everybody mad at me |
| Haters wanted to see them winning, rather me |
| Gradually, I started having cabbage, see |
| And only my real folks was glad to see me |
| MD, doggin' and doin' it |
| Staying true to the game, and never ruin it |
| You need nothin' else but me on the menu |
| It’s Crest shit, Dubee, continue |
| We went from cookin' and joogin' that crack sack |
| Strappin' a backpack to blappers that rat-tat |
| Let your boy state the pure facts |
| Ever since a nitwit, me and my niggas been wit' this |
| Runnin' wit', marksmen don’t miss |
| And this shit, got me to the point I can’t help but do my thang |
| Slang mills, chops with the Furl, spinnin' circles ‘round you lames |
| These cutthoat niggas came to snatch a stack of racks in flame |
| Snatchin' everything in the way, a punk rock gon' save |
| My work knock always, scrilla grit getta, sick nigga |
| Blappin' a chop four-clip spitta, go get your clique, nigga |
| I’m hollerin' ‘yo ho ho' with this pimp-a-lish heem |
| J. Diggs, tell these cats what I mean (What you mean?) |
| If you knows not who I’m kin to |
| Then you knows not what I been through |
| You knows about the Romp? |
| Then you knows what I be into |
| If you ain’t knowin' ‘bout Dre, you probably don’t know Coolie |
| Chances is you ain’t knowin' about Diggs, Dolla and Dubee |
| Double up like a doolie, I show you who my crew be |
| Run off in your neighborhood, Crestsiders make a movie |
| Put my gat where your ass at, face where my mask be |
| Gangsta ass nigga puttin' nothin' fuckin' past me |
| Got a question? |
| Better not ask me |
| Tuck you in my backseat |
| Leave you all muffled like a nigga ridin' wit' bad beat |
| It’s Diggs, dude, north side of the V |
| And brought the Unda Dogg, another nigga ridin' wit' me |
| Shit gettin' sticky, it’s very tricky how these streets’ll lock us up in this |
| game |
| For riches and fame, so bitches jock us, slangin' that ‘caine |
| Bodies get slain, hoping the cops don’t pop us, breaking through chains |
| All in the hood, ducking helicopters, hard to maintain |
| We gettin' chains, I keep them hater-stoppers, nickels and bows |
| For my foes, no love for baller blockers gettin' a grip |
| If we slip, then that’s the end of it |
| Crossed by a snitch, so now the Feds got wind of it |
| Taking for granted nothin' on this planet, I’m tryin' to get paid |
| Lawyer fees to manage just in case the police raid |
| Bitches come a dime a dozen, never tripped on hoes |
| You pussy-whipped on yours, that’s why you flipped on yours, nigga |