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'mma trip again

And you thought I wasn't listenin'
Bitches talking shit got me walkin' like a crip again

Gotta hit you with the reup

I'm married to the streets f**k a prenup

Ayy lil' nigga 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 what's in this bitch
It be dogs from the 'jects still screaming out west side

Long beach on my right side

CPT on my left side

I got what's in this bitch
Tiny loccs from the third and they screaming out east side

Bitch niggas still bang on 'em
50 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

50 cal shots let it rain 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 say f**k 'em 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 loccs hit you with the stainless

Still say f**k '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 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

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
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It's still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip who
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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 a B chalked out on the curb
With your momma and your people sayin' supercrip did it
They won't testify so he got away with it

Now I'm sttin' on my throne on my bat phone
I'm talkin' to iron man while smokin' some fire man
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane

Walkin' through the clouds with a crip stick cane

Super crip what
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It's still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip who
Super crip what
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Super crip what
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Super crip what
It's still 187 if you bitch niggas need that