Super Crip

Turn me up, turn me up. Yeah, Just Blaze. What's up, what's happenin'? Big Snoop and this get it crackin'. Dickies creased up and they saggin'. Gat in the right side, left side flaggin'. Running at the lip again. Got me feeling I'ma trip again. And you thought I wasn't listening. Talking got me walking like a Crip again. Gotta hit you with the re-up. I'm married to the streets, prenup. Ayy, lil' roll the weed up. Drink in my cup, we about to get cheated Up. Long Beach on my right side. CPT on my left side. I got Watts and this B-Dogs from the Jets Still screaming out "West Side". Long Beach on my right side. CPT on the left side. I got Watts and this Tiny Locs from the Third and they screaming out "East Side". Still bang on 'em. Fifty cal shots, let it rain on 'em. And if a square-ass try to get up in My circle, we gon' have to put them thangs On 'em. Still bang on 'em. Fifty cal shots, let it rain on 'em. And if a square-ass try to get up in My circle, we gon' have to put them thangs On 'em. Still 'cause ain't no love for 'em. Tell 'em come and see me, gotta shrug for 'em. But then again, I ain't brainless. I have my little locs hit you with the Stainless. Still 'cause ain't no love for 'em. Tell 'em come and see me, gotta shrug for 'em. But I ain't tryna make you famous. I have my tiny Locos hit you with the Stainless. 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 and my Fly free. 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 and my Fly free. Super Crip, Super Crip, what? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, what? It's still one-eight-seven if you wanna trip. Super Crip, what? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, what? It's still one-eight-seven if you need that. It's enough of that to go around. Real G's make the hood go around. Keep the planet spinnin' on its axis. How is he so hood? How can you ask this? I guess you could say I put in practice. On the strip, under lights, now I'm back And even if I'm blown on my own, put The chrome to your dome, make it stretch like Elastic. I need my real G's to the left. Stand to the right. I need my front and Center. Hard on these from the summer to the Winter. Spring to the fall, still on my The Number one from the hood, Doggy Dogg. Still pull up on a when I need to Be heard. I'm a killer and a stealer, but I ain't from Pittsburgh. Real on the set, I get your whole clique served. You best observe or be chalked out on the Curb. With your mama and your people saying, "Super Crip did it". But they won't testify, So he got away with it. And now I'm sittin' on my throne on my Back 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' on a cloud with a Crip stick cane, I am. Super Crip, what? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, what? It's still one-eight-seven if you wanna trip. Super Crip, what? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, what? It's still one-eight-seven if you need that