Super Crip

Turn me up, turn me up

Yeah, just blaze

What's up? what's happening?

Big Snoop in this bitch, get it cracking

Dickies creased up and they sagging

Gat in the right side, left side flag

****'s running at the lip again

Got me feeling Im'a trip again

And you thought I wasn't listening

Bitches talking shit, got me walking like a Crip again

Gotta hit you with the re-up

I'm married to the streets, fuck a prenup

Ay lil' **** roll the weed up

Drank 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

Be dogs from the projects still screaming out West Side

Long Beach on my right side

CPT on the left side

I got Watts in this bitch

Tiny lows from the third and they screaming out East side

Bitch ****'s still bang on 'em

50 cal shots, let it rang on 'em

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

We gonna have to put them thangs on 'em

Bitch ****'s still bang on 'em

50 cal shots, let it rang on 'em

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

We gonna have to put them thangs on 'em

Say fuck 'em cause ain't got 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 locks hit you with the stainless

Still fuck 'em 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 locks hit you with the stainless

Bitch you know who I be

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

Creeping through the fog

And stepping through the smog

And you know I'm high as shit

And my bitches fly free

Bitch you know who I be

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

Creeping through the fog

And stepping 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 ****'s 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 ****'s need that

It's enough of that to go around

Real G's make the hood go round

Keep the planet spinning 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 ****'s 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 **** from the hood Doggy Dogg

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

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

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

You best observe, a B chalked out on the curb

With your momma and your people saying super Crip did it

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

Now I'm sitting on my throne on my bat phone

I'm talking to Iron Man while smoking some fire, man

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

Walking 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 ****'s 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 ****'s need that