Super Crip

Turn me up, turn me up

Just blaze

What's up, what's happening?

Big Snoop in this bitch, get it crackin'

Dickies creased up and they saggin'

Gat in the right side, left side flag

Niggas running at the lip again

Got me feelin' I'ma trip again

And you thought I wasn't listenin'

Bitches talkin' shit, got me walkin' like a Crip again

Gotta hit you with the re-up

I'm married to the streets, fuck a prenup

Ay lil' nigga roll the weed up

Drink in my cup, we about to get G'd up

Long Beach on my right side

CPT on my left side

I got Watts in this bitch

B Dogs from the jets still screaming out West Side

Long Beach on my right side

CPT on my left side

I got Watts in this bitch

Tiny locs from the third and they screaming out East Side

Bitch niggas still bang on 'em

Fifty Cal shots, let it rang on 'em

And if a square ass nigga tried to get up in my circle

We gon' have to put them thangs on 'em

Bitch niggas still bang on 'em

Fifty Cal shots, let it rang on 'em

And if a square ass nigga tried to get up in my circle

We gon' have to put them thangs on 'em

Still fuck cause ain't no love for 'em

Tell 'em come and see me, I got a slug for 'em

But then again I ain't brainless

I'll have my little locs hit you with the stainless

Still fuck 'cause ain't no love for 'em

Tell 'em come and see me, I got a slug for 'em

But I ain't tryna make ya famous

I'll have my tiny locos hit you with the stainless

Bitch you know who I be

D-O double G, super C-R-I-P

Creepin' through the fog

And steppin' through the smog

And you know I'm high as shit

And my bitches fly free (Who dat)

Bitch you know who I be

D-O double G, super C-R-I-P

Creepin' through the fog

And steppin' through the smog

And you know I'm high as shit

And my bitches fly free

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

It's still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip, who?

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

It's still 187 if you bitch niggas need that

It's enough of that to go around

Real G's make the hood go 'round

Keep the planet spinnin' on it's axis

How is he so hood? How can you ask this?

I guess you can say I put in practice

On the strip, under lights, now I'm back bitch

And even if I'm blown on my own

With the chrome to your dome

Make you stretch like elastic

I need my real G's to the left

Bitch niggas staying to the right

I need my hoes front and center

Hard on these hoes from the summer to the winter

Spring to the fall, hoes still on my balls

It's the number one nigga from the hood Doggy Dogg

Still pull up on a nigga when I need to be heard

I'm a killer and a stealer, but I ain't from Pittsburgh

Real shit on the set, I get your whole clique served

You best observe, or be chalked out on the curb

With your momma and your people sayin' "supercrip did it"

But they won't testify, so he got away with it

Now I'm sttin' on my throne, on my bad phone

I'm talkin' to Iron Man, smokin' on fireman

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

Walkin' on the clouds with a Crip stick cane

I am super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

It's still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip, who?

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

It's still 187 if you bitch niggas need that