Zeke Mishanec - Super Crip lyrics

[Intro] Turn me up, turn me up Just Blaze [Verse 1] What's up, what's happening? Big Snoop in this b**h, get it crackin' Dickies creased up and they saggin' Gat in the right side, left side flag n***as running at the lip again Got me feelin' I'ma trip again And you thought I wasn't listenin' b**hes talking sh**, got me walkin' like a Crip again Gotta hit you with the re-up I'm married to the streets, f** a prenup Ayy lil' n***a 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 b**h 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 b**h Tiny loccs from the third and they screaming out East Side b**h n***as still bang on 'em 50 Cal shots, let it rang on 'em And if a square a** n***a tried to get up in my circle We gon' have to put them thangs on 'em b**h n***as still bang on 'em 50 Cal shots, let it rain on 'em And if a square a** n***a tried to get up in my circle We gon' have to put them thangs on 'em Still say f** '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 f** '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 b**h 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 sh** And my b**hes fly free sh** 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 sh** And my b**hes fly free [Hook] Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? It's still 187 if you b**h n***as wanna trip, who? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? It's still 187 if you b**h n***as 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 b**h 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 b**h n***as 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 n***a from the hood Doggy Dogg Still pull up on a n***a when I need to be heard I'm a k**er and a stealer, but I ain't from Pittsburgh Real sh** 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 b**h n***as wanna trip, who? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? It's still 187 if you b**h n***as need that