[Intro]. Turn me up turn me up. Just Blaze. [Verse 1]. 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. [Interlude]. 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. [Hook]. 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. [Verse 2]. 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. [Hook]. 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