Dubee - Crest sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Dre] 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, k**ings, 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 sh**, Dubee, continue [Verse 2: Dubee] 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 n***as been wit' this Runnin' wit' [?], marksmen don't miss And this sh**, 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 n***as 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 n***a Blappin' a chop four-clip spitta, go get your clique, n***a I'm hollerin' ‘yo ho ho' with this pimp-a-lish heem J. Diggs, tell these cats what I mean (What you mean?) [Verse 3: J. Diggs] If you knows not who I'm kin to Then you knows 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 a** at, face where my mask be Gangsta a** n***a puttin' nothin' f**in' past me Got a question? Better not ask me Tuck you in my backseat Leave you all muffled like a n***a ridin' wit' bad beat It's Diggs, dude, north side of the V And brought the Unda Dogg, another n***a ridin' wit' me [Verse 4: Coolio Da Unda Dogg] sh** gettin' sticky, it's very tricky how these streets'll lock us up in this game For riches and fame, so b**hes 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 b**hes come a dime a dozen, never tripped on hoes You p**y-whipped on yours, that's why you flipped on yours, n***a