Jamar - Crest Creepers lyrics

[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 ain't 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 n***a than they put in Swiss cheese [Sugawolf] Now check credential, these n***as be k**a status Pack a tech, tote a tommy, you know I brandish Some dont understand, n***as I hog about my scrillions Pill young knuckle heads, stoppin by my building Built in the game, foundated since '74 Its that Mark Ave n***a... You know Get your millimeter, these n***as round here be heated And if you need it, eat it up when I feed it So giddy up, get game, if you ain't knowin' that it'll happen Thats that real sh**... f** all that rappin' So go on and ask your folks 'Cause these crest n***as ain't no joke [Jamar] p**y ain't the prize so you can miss me with that bullsh** 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 ain't seen it I'm the cleanest in this murder sh**, cuddie who you with? Represent that Sawyer all star k**a 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 can't get by We love to be high, so pop yo collar, let it go 'Cause this crest creep sh** 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 sh**, another violent crime Has been committed in the itty bitty city called Vallejo All hell breaks loose when you f** with lou Me and my people 'cause we deep in this sh** Brought heat to this sh**, 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 f** 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 b**hes better be on time You f**ing with my pleasures now In L.A., f** Da Unda Dogg won't let you down So let me bust a nut, we creepin', so hurry up get yo a** in this telly No time for speakin', remove your clothes and lay on your belly I got that Watts sh**, mixed with that Crestside twist Block sh**, b**hes love to f** with this [Reek Daddy] Reek Daddy the muthaf**in' instigator Mr. get this sh** started right now, f** later From the Crest to the muthaf**in' Midwest, Reckless 15 cuddies on a dead n***a chest b**h have you ever rolled with a rider? Bouncin' in the low hollerin' out Crestsider!! Ripped, dont even trip, its gon' be some more sh** 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 s** 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 ain't 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 sh**, 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, f** 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 k**, and ain't scared to die Nuclear age titan up out the Crest side