Super Crip [explicit] Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

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 talk shit, got me walkin' like a Crip again 

Gotta hit you with the re-up 

I'm married to the streets, fuck a prenup 

Ayy lil' nigga roll the weed up 

Dre get my cup, we about to get G'd up 

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Long Beach on my right side 

CPT on my left side 

I got Watts 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 Watts 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 fuck '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 fuck '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 

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Shit 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 

Shit 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 tool front and center 

Hard on these scores from the Summer to the winter 

Spring to the Fall, bitches 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 niggas 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, smokin' on fireman 

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? 

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