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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 talking 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
Drank 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
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
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
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 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, 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 Bat 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

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