[Intro]
Turn me up, turn me up
Just Blaze
[Verse 1]
What's up, what's happening?
Big Snoop in this b****, get it crackin'
d***ies creased up and they saggin'
Gat in the right side, left side flag
n***** running at the lip again
Got me feelin' I'ma trip again
And you thought I wasn't listenin'
b****** talking s***, got me walkin' like a Crip again
Gotta hit you with the re-up
I'm married to the streets, f*** a prenup
Ayy lil' n**** roll the weed up
Drank in my cup, we about to get G'd up
[Interlude]
Long Beach on my right side
CPT on my left side
I got Watts in this b****
It be dogs from the 'jects still screaming out West Side
Long Beach on my right side
CPT on my left side
I got Watts in this b****
Tiny loccs from the third and they screaming out East Side
b**** n***** still bang on 'em
50 Cal shots, let it rang on 'em
And if a square a** n**** tried to get up in my circle
We gon' have to put them thangs on 'em
b**** n***** still bang on 'em
50 Cal shots, let it rain on 'em
And if a square a** n**** tried to get up in my circle
We gon' have to put them thangs on 'em
Still say f*** '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*** '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
b**** 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 s***
And my b****** fly free
s*** 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 s***
And my b****** fly free
[Hook]
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
It's still 187 if you b**** n***** wanna trip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
It's still 187 if you b**** n***** need that
[Verse 2]
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 b****
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
b**** n***** 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 b****
It's the number one n**** from the hood Doggy Dogg
Still pull up on a n**** when I need to be heard
I'm a killer and a stealer, but I ain't from Pittsburgh
Real s*** 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 bad 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
[Hook]
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
It's still 187 if you b**** n***** wanna trip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
It's still 187 if you b**** n***** need that
Turn me up, turn me up
Just Blaze
[Verse 1]
What's up, what's happening?
Big Snoop in this b****, get it crackin'
d***ies creased up and they saggin'
Gat in the right side, left side flag
n***** running at the lip again
Got me feelin' I'ma trip again
And you thought I wasn't listenin'
b****** talking s***, got me walkin' like a Crip again
Gotta hit you with the re-up
I'm married to the streets, f*** a prenup
Ayy lil' n**** roll the weed up
Drank in my cup, we about to get G'd up
[Interlude]
Long Beach on my right side
CPT on my left side
I got Watts in this b****
It be dogs from the 'jects still screaming out West Side
Long Beach on my right side
CPT on my left side
I got Watts in this b****
Tiny loccs from the third and they screaming out East Side
b**** n***** still bang on 'em
50 Cal shots, let it rang on 'em
And if a square a** n**** tried to get up in my circle
We gon' have to put them thangs on 'em
b**** n***** still bang on 'em
50 Cal shots, let it rain on 'em
And if a square a** n**** tried to get up in my circle
We gon' have to put them thangs on 'em
Still say f*** '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*** '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
b**** 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 s***
And my b****** fly free
s*** 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 s***
And my b****** fly free
[Hook]
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
It's still 187 if you b**** n***** wanna trip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
It's still 187 if you b**** n***** need that
[Verse 2]
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 b****
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
b**** n***** 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 b****
It's the number one n**** from the hood Doggy Dogg
Still pull up on a n**** when I need to be heard
I'm a killer and a stealer, but I ain't from Pittsburgh
Real s*** 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 bad 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
[Hook]
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
It's still 187 if you b**** n***** wanna trip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
It's still 187 if you b**** n***** need that