• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Crestside - Mac Mall
• Christcyde - Big Unc
• Crazy Tuesday - Thenewno2
• Crazy - Daisy Dee

[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
Spill Hennessey for D-Boy and house Dubee,
It's us against them so I stay true to the triple C
6' in the morn choppin' quit low on the St's set up shop
Throughout the "V" to move the next key
Rivals be snitchin' but cook em' all in a crock pot
Floss old schools on gold shoes and let the hoes jock
Crestside shit, Aliens wanna copy-cat
All in a city full of squares, playa's, and dirty mack's
Wanna-be gangsta's, and small tymer's tryin' to act hard
Well real-ass soldiers, a chosen few rollin' like hard
North of Vallejo, cuddies puttin' in the major work
Open your eyes and take a look at my crazy turf.
It's called the...
[Chorus]
Back when that Piggy P was a crooked cop
Back when that K St. mob ruled the Kemper block
Back when we said fuck the world, because we loved Benz
Do you remeber Figgaro and tryin' to hustle for ends
Hopin' that I stick to my grind and stay real to the street
One day I'll talk on Mobile phones and have a Chevy Caprice
Wit a couple of mounts and some slam in my trunk
And a spliff of that zesty cuz we don't fuck wit' them blunts
But in this day and age cuddy, this done got ill
Youngsta's that won't a mill and ain't afraid to kill
What the crooked game deals baby bloods gettin' spilled
Now it's blunt packin' chumps that try to set up shop where we chill
So it's all to the hood cuz when we mob I'm stayin' hip to the time,
Got my mind on my money keep one hand on my nine
On the same street corner where I was brought up and raised
The only chance I get for peace is when I'm drunk or I'm blazed
If this shit soundin' far-fetched and you think that I lied
Grab your nuts nigga , we goin' for a ride through the Crestside
[Do Thangs]
This game don't stop from the Crestside
O.G.'s young pimps, playa's thats right
[Chorus x3]
[Do Thangs]
This game don't stop from the Crestside
Tec nines, mack joints nigga thats right
This game don't stop from the Crestside
O.G.'s young pimps, playa's thats right
One Luv,

[Chorus]
This is how we ride, comin straight live
On the Christcyde
This is how you roll, gotta lay low
From the po-po
[Big Unc]
Mission Impossible as I step to this microphone
I'm makin sure that this mic is on
So I can spit it God's words to you
Serve a few, cause that's what Big Unc got the nerve to do
In the name of Jesus, my Lord
Let his spirit transform the mic cord
Into a lyrical life line, spiritual pipe line
To get this people back into their right mind
Cause half of all straight lost a screw
My God is true, now tell me what I gotta do
To keep my cool before I have to sweep a fool
And weep for you because you couldnt keep it ture
You need to do, exactly what he speak to you
He seekin you, but you just keep sleepin dude
I'm peepin you, when we be creepin through
We teachin youth but there aint no reachin fools
[Chorus x2]
[Big Unc]
I spit lyrical loogies when I boogie
And a question on all of your minds
Is how could He, do what He do
And straight keep it real
And represent Jesus Christ to the mass apeal
And chill in the hood wit my dawgs
On the corner six bones Cadaliac sittin phat on daytonyas
I warned ya, crack when you come to California
Wit that word aint you heard that these Devil's run up on ya
Hata's playas they all the same
A fork tongue in they mouths, tellin lies for fame
The game gotta twisted to the point I wanna holla
Got Christian MC's on tv straight poppin collars
While the people on the streets can't afford to eat
You up in church dont even work wit gators on your feet
That's weak and I dont care if I step on your pride
I just call it how I see it, reportin live from this Christcyde
[Chorus]
[Big Unc]
I said hold up wait a minute
Let me see my real riders Christ walk wit it
And put it down to the ground for real
And show the whole world how we truely feel
I said hold up wait a minute
Let me see my real riders Christ walk wit it
And hit em up and put your hands to the sky
And represent Jesus Christ to the day that we die
I've been sent by his majesty, to blast at theses
Emphadeles speakin this blashemy
A tragedy, if you askin me
I told the truth about you fools and now you made a me
Now actually, I'm glad you smashed on me
Aint got to feel bad about the catastrophy
That has to be, when I take this mastapeice
And have all of yall soundin like Master P
Infact it be, the way a real rider rides
Not an eye for an eye but it's ride or die
So flyin high, when you be ridin by
And let the whole globe know the Lord's alive
You wonder why, We all go and run and hide
Gotta hold of the truth to expose the lie
He chose to die, then he straight rose to life
To show us why, we gotta put it down for this Christcyde

I tell you that girl's gonna make you cry
Oh-I tell you that girl's gonna make you cry
She never had a reason and she don't know why
But I tell you that girl's gonna make you cry
Another night,
Another day
Waiting
You're so far away girl
Another night,
Another day
Waiting around
You're so far away from me
This next one is a river that I couldn't fight
I never even figured that she talks like ice
(You're so far away from me)
Now I'm sittin' here wasting my precious time
(You're so far away girl)
Oh, I tell you little girl wants to make me cry
Another night,
Another day
A-waiting
You're so far away from me
Another night,
Another day
A-waiting around
You're so far away from me
Oh, honey don't you know what you're doing to me?
(You're so far away from me)
Got stuck inside my mind and that I can't even think
(You're so far away girl)
I wait around your table both night and day
(Oh you're so far away from me)
Then you blow it in my face as if I'm passé
(You're so far away girl)
I tell you that girl's gonna make you cry
(You're so far away from me)
Oh I tell you that girl's gonna make you cry
(You're so far away girl)
If you ever seen a mana on a Tuesday night
(You're so far away from me)
Don't tell me you don't know what its like

Babyyy (X2)
Hi it's me once again
My name is Daisy Dee
I wanna show you how to party me and MC B
The bass is pumpin' into your body
Don't think about it
C'mon get started
It doesn't matter if you're infirm
Dance to the rhythm is your concern
We get up, get crazy, healling
... and jack you're chilling
Dance to the rhythm for me to make you crazy
Don't think that I can make you leavin'
Dance to the rhythm for me to make you crazy
Don't think that I can make you leavin'
Dance to the rhythm, shake your body
Gimme your attention if you wanna party
Yeah, c'mon let's do it
Now it's the time to get into it
Black, the color of the skin, no deny
Rap is the way to express all the rimes
Wherever you're in trouble or ever you're down
I'll keep your body pumpin' to the movin' sound
Dance to the rhythm for me to make you crazy
Don't think that I can make you leavin'
Dance to the rhythm for me to make you crazy
Don't think that I can make you leavin'
Stop moving the mic I'm doing my case
I'm comin' on strong ...
So free your mind and go into it
Take your time, and let's hell do it
Don't forget the name is Daisy
Operation's in the house to make you crazy
Direction? I won't tell you
Actually the way to tell you what to do
Dance to the rhythm for me to make you crazy
Don't think that I can make you leavin'
Dance to the rhythm for me to make you crazy
Don't think that I can make you leavin'
Dance to the rhythm for me to make you crazy
Don't think that I can make you leavin'
Dance to the rhythm for me to make you crazy