Crest Sh*t

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 feelin's, killin's, a lot of tragedy

Once upon a time, I had everybody mad at me

Haters wanted to see them winnin', rather me

Gradually, I started havin' cabbage, see

And only my real folks was glad to see me

M.D., doggin' and doin' it

Stayin' true to the game, and never ruin it

You need nothin' else but me on the menu

It's Crest shit, Dubee, continue

We went from cookin' to joogin' that crack sack

Strappin' a back-pack to blappers that rat-tat

Let your boy state the pure facts (Facts)

Ever since a nitwit, me and my **** been wit' this (This)

Runnin' wit' cannons, we clinch spins, marksmen don't miss (Miss)

And this shit 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 **** came to snatch a stack of racks in flame (Flame)

Snatchin' everything in the way, a punk rock gon' slay (Slay)

My work knock always, scrilla grit getter, sick ****

Blappin' a chop, four clip spitta, go get your clique, ****

I'm hollerin' yo-ho-ho, with this pimp-a-lish heem (Pimp-a-lish heem)

J. Diggs, tell these cats what I mean (What you mean?)

If you knows not who I'm kin to

Then you knows not what I been through (What I been through)

You knows about the Romp (Romp), then you knows what I be in to

If you ain't knowin' 'bout Dre (Dre), you probably don't know Coolie (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 (My crew be)

Run off in your neighborhood, Crest-siders make a movie

Put my gat where your ass at, face where my mask be (My mask be)

Gangsta ass **** puttin' nothin' fuckin' past me

You got a question? Bet' not ask me

Tuck you in my backseat

Leave you all muffled like a **** ridin' wit' bad beats

It's Diggs, dude, north side of the V

And brought the Unda Dogg, another **** ridin' wit' me

Shit gettin' sticky, it's very tricky how these streets'll lock us up in this game

For riches and fame, so bitches jock us, slangin' that 'caine

Bodies get slain, hoping the cops don't pop us, breakin' 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

Takin' for granted nothin' on this planet, I'm tryin' to get paid (Get paid)

Lawyer fees to manage just in case the police raid (Woo!)

Bitches come a dime a dozen, never tripped on hoes

You pussy-whipped on yours, that's why you flipped on yours, ****