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]