Song Lyrics

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'ma trip again
And you thought I wasn't listenin'
Bitches talkin' shit, got me walkin' like a Crip again
Gotta hit you with the re-up
I'm married to the streets, f*ck a prenup
Ay lil' nigga roll the weed up
Drink 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
B Dogs from the jets still screaming out West Side
Long Beach on my right side
CPT on my left side
I got Watts in this bitch
Tiny locs from the third and they screaming out East Side

Bitch niggas still bang on 'em
Fifty 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
Fifty 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
Still f*ck 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 locs hit you with the stainless
Still f*ck '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 (Who dat)
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

Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
It's still 187 if you bitch niggas 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 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, or be chalked out on the curb
With your momma and your people sayin' "supercrip did it"
But 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, smokin' on fireman
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Walkin' 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 niggas 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 niggas need that

Calvin Broadus, Justin G. Smith

The duration of Super Crip is 3:46 minutes and seconds.