Crest Creeper Songtext
von Mac Dre

I be that cold crest creeper, stompin and rompin
Puttin the crest on the map, like N.W.A. did Compton
Got my finger on the trigger, don′t make me pull it and bail
Plus I'm ski mask down, all you see is bullets and shells
From that H.K., they say Dre is slightly crazy
But it ain′t nothin but the way them Crestside streets raised me
I'm shady, but my game make you trust me
Playas love me, haters dodge and duck me
They hidin while I'm ridin, Crestside through the fog
I′m a double R hog, doin dirt with my dogs
Crest gorilla make a scrilla, boy I get G′s
Put more holes in a nigga, than they put in swiss cheese


Now check credentials, these niggas be killa status
Pack a tech to the tommy, you know I brandish
Don't understand this, I hogs about my experience
Peel your knuckle then, so stoppin by my buildin
Built in the game, foundated since ′74
It's that Moor Ave. nigga, you know
You can illiminate it, these niggas round here be heated
And if you need it, eat it up when I feed it
So giddy up, get gone, if you ain′t knowin I did it happen
That's that real shit, fuck all that rappin
So gon and ask yo folks
Cause these Crest niggas ain′t no joke

Pussy ain't the price, so you can miss me with that bullshit
Young hog through the hallways, strapped down with them full clips
Catch me on some vandals and murder, that's how I read it
So potna if you saw it, play like you ain′t seen it
I′m the cleanest in this murder shit, cuddie who you with
Represent that Sawyer All-Star Killa Clique
Wave both hands, and watch me yoke in the stands
It's only Creepers coward, so could you understand
Faulty information, keep on gettin sold to the F.B.I
So what you gon do big baller, don′t cry
Everybody in this world can't get by
We love to be high, so pop yo collar, let it go
Cause this Crest Creep shit, gettin sold like blow


Look at, who just crept up out the bushes
Without warnin, swarmin in black garments
Performin like a O.G. Crest vet, oh yes it′s naked
But I'm forced to wear clothes, because it′s cold on the North Pole
This 44, keep the enemy behind the line
Cause once they cross it, oh shit another violent crime
Has been committed in the itty bitty city of Coville
All hail, breaks loose when, yo fuck with who
Me and my peeps, because 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 buildin
Hit the ceiling with yo three C's, if you feelin
Where I'm comin from, now who the fuck you runnin from
Them Cutty Tied Guys are on they way, and they comin dumb

Hoes they hoes, they love me
Cause I′m the U-N-D-A-D-O double G
Crestside hittin switches, let me drop you a line
If you ridin in you bitches, better be on time
Shit, you fuckin with my pleasures now
And I love to fuck, the underdog will let you down
So let me bust a nut, we creepin, so hurry get yo ass in this telly
No time for speakin, remove yo clothes and lay on yo belly
I got that, Watts shit, mixed with that, Crestside twist
Block shit, bitches love to fuck with this

Reek Daddy, the motherfuckin instigator
Mr. Get The Shit Started, Red and Out, fuck later
From the Crest to the motherfuckin Midwest, reckless
Fifteen cutties on a dead nigga chest bitch
Have you ever rolled with a rider, rider
Bouncin in the low, hollerin out Crestsider
Rip, don′t even trip, it's gon be some more shit
I got the big clip, full up with hollow tips
Cold Crest creepin, I always keep my cannon on me
Don′t forget to duck, cause I'mma lay you where you standin homie
Ho, if you know me, you know what I′m about
Act like a snake bit my dick, and suck the poison out

Cuddie I go way back, sippin Heem straight like Chris Mack
In a 'Lac, yakked up, aliens better back up
Playa like O.G. Buck, see sayin nothin like that Bowhawk suit
For Country Club hog nuts, smash fools like Barlow
Serve big game like Tiptoe, might catch me mackin in Chicago
Smokin on some pair of pyro, pimp shit
Talkin smooth, I′m Ronnie Redd, I'm out to conquer the globe
Might start off in Vegas, hookers bringin more or less papers
Boss mackin, got me scuffin my gators
Call me Luke Skywalker, the alien stalker
Cuddie, fuck your friend, your folks, even your potna
Lil' Soulja got a chopper, plus he gone off one
And O.G.′s think the penitentiary is fun
So he′s bred to kill, and ain't scared to die
Nuclear age titan, I′m out the Crestside