Mac Dre - Crest Creepers lyrics

(feat. Da Unda Dogg, Jamar, Mac Mall, Naked, Reek Daddy, )

[Mac Dre]

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