Artist: Snoop Dogg Album: Coolaid Song: Super Crip Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Turn me up, turn me up Yeah, Just Blaze [Snoop Dogg] What's up, what's hap'nin Big Snoop in this bitch, get it cracking Dickies creased up, and they sagging Gat in the right side, left side flagging (Crip!!) Niggaz running at the lip again Got me feeling, I'ma trip again And you thought, I wasn't listening Bitches talking shit, got me walking like a Crip again Gotta hit you, with the re-up I'm married to the streets, fuck a pre-nup Hey 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 Westside Long Beach, on my right side CPT, on the left side I got Watts, in this bitch Tiny Locs from the third, and they screaming out Eastside Bitch nigga, still bang on em 50-cal shots, make it rain on em And if a square ass nigga Try to get up in my circle, we gon' have to put them thangs on em Still fuck cuz, ain't no love for em Tell em come to see me, got a slug for em But then again, I ain't brainless I have my little loc's, hit you with the stainless Still fuck cuz, ain't no love for em Tell em come to see me, got a slug for em But I ain't trying to make you 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 Reaping through the fog, and stepping through the smog And you know I'm high as shit, and my bitches fly free Bitch, you know who I be D-O double G, super C-R-I-P Reaping through the fog, and stepping through the smog And you know I'm high as shit, and my bitches fly free [Chorus] (Who) super Crip, (what) super Crip (Who) super Crip, (what) super Crip (Who) super Crip, (what) It's still 1-8-7, if you bitch niggaz wanna trip (Who) super Crip, (what) super Crip (Who) super Crip, (what) super Crip (Who) super Crip, (what) It's still 1-8-7, if you bitch niggaz need that [Snoop Dogg] It's enough of that, to go around Real G's, make the hood go around Keep the planet, spinning 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 Put the chrome to your dome, make you stretch like elastic I need my real G's, to the left Bitch niggaz, 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 stealer, but I ain't from Pittsburgh Real shit on the set, I get your whole click served You best observe, or be chucked out on the curb With your mama and your peoples, saying super Crip did it But they won't testify, so he got away with it Now I'm sitting on my throne, on my bat phone I'm talking to Iron Man, while smoking some fire man Look up in the sky, it's a bird it's a plane Walking on a cloud with a Crip stick cane, I am [Chorus]