Super Crip

Turn me up turn me up

Just blaze

Whats up whats 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 Imma trip again

And you thought I wasnt listenin
Bitches talking shit got me walkin like a crip again

Gotta hit you with the reup

Im married to the streets f**k a prenup

Ayy lil nigga roll the weed up
Drank in my cup we about to get Gd up

Long beach on my right side

CPT on my left side

I got whats 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 whats 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 aint no love for em

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

But then again I aint brainless

Ill have my little loccs hit you with the stainless

Still say f **kem cause aint no love for em

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

But I aint tryna make ya famous
Ill 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 Im 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 Im high as shit
And my bitches fly free
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Its still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip who
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Its still 187 if you bitch niggas need that

Its enough of that to go around

Real Gs make the hood go round

Keep the planet spinnin on its 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 Im back bitch

And even if Im blown on my own
With the chrome to your dome
Make you stretch like elastic

I need my real Gs 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
Its the number one nigga from the hood doggy dogg
Stillpull up on a nigga when I need to be heard
Im a killer and a stealer but I aint 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 wont testify so he got away with it

Now Im sttin on my throne on my bat phone
Im talkin to iron man while smokin some fire man
Look up in the sky its a bird its a plane

Walkin through the clouds with a crip stick cane

Super crip what
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Its still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip who
Super crip what
Super crip who
Super crip what
Super crip who
Super crip what
Its still 187 if you bitch niggas need that