(Chorus Do Thangs)

Crestside It's tha Triple C

Crestside It's poppin' in tha Crestside

Crestside Livin' that pimp life

Tryin' to get a pimp ride

(Mac Mall)

Shit I'll take ya way back

Spittin' game longer than the gateway track

It must have been a blessin' raised as an adolescent

And mack 11 testin' in tha glass house

Straight twamped out cuz hang gotta Caddy on them thangs

Wit a phat ass TV so at age 9 I wanted that to be me

And now big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip

Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps

And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk

Cuz a lot of y'all fools would be outlined in chalk

And I'd like to say what's up, to my nigga Ronny Wenn

He's a G when it comes to strugglin' hustlin'

To the top, Rest in Peace to Pop and Chris Macabee

He put the Mac in me, Thats why I ride a brome today

Straight game, the crestside way, we goin' pop all day

Whether weed or Yay, I'm still stressin' cuz it seems like last night

we lost

Mike,

S double, and damn God needs to let the real nigga's live,

But Nokey is gone and Freddy is dead

In the Crestside

(Chorus)

Now 95 is the day and soldiers shootin' for the game,

Big Buggy's a straight killa servin' rocks on the way

The Double R hit them banks wit' glocks in the Pelican Bay

You disrespect the Country Club and fool prepare for the shank,

This ain't no overnight shit

We been at this for years

Back when Finch rolled a Benz and Baby Frank was gettin' his

So if you ask me, why my fondest memories is bout' shootouts

And high speeds with the police