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letra de 3c's down - country club crest

[intro: dubee]
oh boy
and this, cutthroat camp n-gga
we ain’t playin no way no how
blowin these n-ggas up out the water, mane
i mean what the deal, you know? what is it?
we just gonna let these cannons blow n-gga
like this here, you know?

[verse 1: dubee]
why oh why am i so high?
thuggin with my n-ggas for a piece of the pie
slow ya roll, tell ya bout it, look ya eye to eye
serve it to you straight game laced everytime
i don’t wanna do crime, but if that’s how we gon get it
i knuckle up and buckle down, please believe i’m wit it
comе get it turfed out…then sеnd the work out
be a street spot struggler, come check me out
i keep it home school like home turf and nerf
lookin for this money, we goes turf to turf
still on 80 game sh-t, block and blocks, bubble bricks
the only way i know, so i ride with the sh-t
won’t quit, i’m too authentic, too thick
bubble from the gutter and smother with 2 clips
it’s useless, i’m 3c down til i pop
keep it cutthoatish and the sh-t don’t stop
[hook: dubee]
from the country club crest, crestside, fo sho
heem we drink and backwoods we smoke
gritty grit getter, and it ain’t no joke
go on and pray for me, cause it ain’t no hope
and ain’t no dope…could make me don’t get it
crestside…and i’ma represent it
and all my n-ggas with it, beginning to the ending
so we gon do the thang and get down to the finish

[verse 2: mac dre]
i’m a shady character…i do it dirty
catch me on 24th wit a 40 at 4:30…a.m
b-tches, i don’t pay them?
n-gga, i know you heard, well okay then
i’ll make a b-tch do dirt, then send her to the cleaners
tickets, felonies…and misdemeanors
i bit her finger…you don’t love it
i don’t think nothing of it if you can’t country club it
rough and rugged, ready for war
never giving passes, we even the score
breathe on the dough…a fetish for cheddar
represent that 7th and that 16th letter
keep the wetter somewhere accessible
he won’t? i’ll make the man a vegetable
shoot him in his t-st-cl-…i’m cold blooded
watch how a motherf-cka get throat cutted
[hook: dubee]
from the country club crest, crestside, fo sho
heem we drink and backwoods we smoke
gritty grit getter, and it ain’t no joke
go on and pray for me, cause it ain’t no hope
and ain’t no dope…could make me don’t get it
crestside…and i’ma represent it
and all my n-ggas with it, beginning to the ending
so we gon do the thang and get down to the finish

[verse 3: dubee]
it’s the only way i know to go, fosheezo
soaring over sh-t like a eagle
call it hypersp-ceship, money over b-tches all occasion
swimming over smoke like sp-ceship
tryna set my mind at ease, holla at mac dreez
and see if we can fill in the blanks for these fleas
it’s all but turfmatic bout mine, got to have it
play the game to the bone, just a 3c savage
all for the cash…other than that, it’s f-ck that
for the dough i bust raps, and for the funk, i bust caps
yah mean? bet i go hard for the team
keep the sucka duckin mothaf-ckas for green
just the way of the streets, all me, no you
don’t show your face mane, ‘less we know you
we make heat go through…your face, wig, your heart, or your chest
don’t stress, it’s country club crest
[hook: dubee]
from the country club crest, crestside, fo sho
heem we drink and backwoods we smoke
gritty grit getter, and it ain’t no joke
go on and pray for me, cause it ain’t no hope
and ain’t no dope…could make me don’t get it
crestside…and i’ma represent it
and all my n-ggas with it, beginning to the ending
so we gon do the thang and get down to the finish

- country club crest

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