J-Diggs - Another Thug From the Crest Lyrics


What this is right here is a Mac reunion
Got my two playa potnas up in here: Mac Dre and Mac Mall
Ya, ya, okay, okay
And me, I’m just another thug from the Crest

What’s up, knocks? It’s back poppin’
Done hooked back up with my young Mac potnas
What y’all thought? The Crest done laid it down?
Young gangsta niggas done made it now
I’m ’bout to wake the Bay up, y’all niggas sleepin’
Rap game money, y’all ain’t peepin’
Never see me leakin’, I’ll get it on the weekend
And I’ll be all the preacher pockets, call me the deacon
I’m the young gun holdin’ nigga, y’all used to know, nigga
Ain’t nothin’ changed, I’m still about my dough, nigga
Runnin’ ’round with macks like all my life
Macs like Dre, Mall and Mike
Now watch what we’s gon’ do to y’all
‘Cause now you gotsta worry about two Jamals
DJ Rocker, and I, J. Diggs
And we got connections with Andre Hicks

Dre, hit the North Pole when you’re in the V, I’m
(Another thug from the Crest)
Quarter-million sold independently (Grind)
(Another thug from the Crest)
Oh, you seen me, on BET (I’m)
(Just another thug from the Crest)
And when it’s all over I’ma leave another soldier
(Another thug from the Crest)

Everybody know about my barrio
You hear about it on them JL Audios
In every car, every hood, every city (Every city)
On a bitch titty is the Cutthoat Committee
Do the Do Wa Ditty (Do Wa Ditty) on any stage (Any stage)
Strapped with a fat .40 cal and 12 gauge (Biatch)
Well raised but never act good (Never act good)
And you can tell from the smell of the Backwood (Backwood)
I’m a Crest nigga, you beezy
Mac motherfuckin’ Dreezy (Mac motherfuckin’ Dreezy)
Got the call from Jamal then I crept over (I crept over)
See, I eat niggas like leftovers
You get stepped over, in the way (You in the way)
Cut the crap, I ain’t finna play (I don’t play)
Bitch, I’ll bust fatals on your chest
The wild wild West, Country Club Crest, bitch

Hit the North Pole when you’re in the V, I’m
(Another thug from the Crest)
Quarter-million sold independently (Grind)
(Another thug from the Crest)
Oh, you seen me, on BET (I’m)
(Just another thug from the Crest)
And when it’s all over I’ma leave another soldier
(Another thug from the Crest)

Mr. Mallennium, twistin’ and sendin’ ’em
Breakin’, not bendin’ ’em; you suckers is defendin’ ’em
It’s mackin’ in my blood, ism all in my ligaments
Loot on my mind with that pimp-hop, I’m killin’ ’em
Stealin’ ’em and billin’ ’em, cuddie done dealin’ ’em
Guaranteed dope if it got Sessed Out on the emblem
I’m internat’, bitch, all in the traffic
Did so much dope I know I got dain bramage
Got some fly hoes and they pay me like taxes
Mac-a-framma-lamma nigga, all outlandish
The Mac laced me so my game is thick
My spit well-equipped, my folks can’t get enough of this shit
And a sucker sick, but Mall ain’t never tripped off a trick
Backwoods ain’t the only things that get lit
Five-thirty-five, high, Sawyer Street like this
Country Club ’til I’m done, off brands get clips

Nigga, hit the North Pole when you’re in the V, I’m
(Another thug from the Crest)
Quarter-million sold independently (Grind)
(Another thug from the Crest)
Oh, you seen me, on BET (I’m)
(Just another thug from the Crest)
And when it’s all over I’ma leave another soldier
(Another thug from the Crest)

Don’t be sorry, ho, be more careful


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