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(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 Letras de cancionesThats 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 From Letras Mania