Snoop Dogg

[fox69]

"Spitsessie CLVIII Zonamo Underground"

"Spitsessie CLVIII Zonamo Underground"


I’m here now nigger yeah, you’ve been waiting on me to bust on this beat.
So let me go ahead and do my thing.

I’ve got one all ready.
You can smoke on the jeezy
Imma smoke on the bleezy
Nigger take it easy
Big Snoop heezy all-in the place let the beat go bang and turnup the bass
Imma give it to you live and direct on stage
cuz imma different nigger when I hit that stage
My name is Snoop Dogg and you can turn the page
Kick that shit like a 12-gage

Motherfucker get close to the shit that I bang like
Snoop Dogg is on the microphone and I came like
This is that good shit straight from my brain like
Nigger gettin’ close try to pitch in frame like

Don’t get close cuz I represent the coast
Burn a nigger like a breakfast toast
Yes indeed I procceed
And I’m in Amsterdam blowing weed
With my niggers

We gettin’ money, money, money, money, money, money, money
We gettin’ money, money, money, money, money, money, money

Let me break it down like this

See, see to get money is a small thing for me
To get money is a big thing for you
But you don’t get it like I get it cuz your name ain’t Snoop
And you don’t roll around in a 78’ coupe

With the windows lay that
Laidback
With a bad bitch holding on my
Litt that
Yeah I'm bout to do that
And rear that
And clear that
And do it to you just like did that

Boom bam
Cuz I go like that
I make a motherfucker wanna flow like that
I take it back to the store like that
Bust your bitch and make her wanna hold like that
Cuz I’m all about cheese
Snoop Dogg D O dubble G
I am the one and only S N dubble O P D O dubble G why from the LBC

And I get money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money

Let me break it down for you one time

Green is for the money
Green is for the book
Green is for the shit I’ve been doing in the club
Green is for the people that been down with me
And green is for the motherfucking DPG

We get it all the time
Never ever faking the font
And green is for the shit I’ve been put in my blunt
And green is for the motherfucker standing on the side ones Snoop gets a touchdown
And screamout East-side

money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money

 

[fox69]

"Stacey Adams"
(feat. Kokane)

"Stacey Adams"
(feat. Kokane)



Yeah
A little something for all the O.G.s out there
That put the foundation together
Was doin' this thang
Before I knew what to do with this thang right here
Ya know
But just to let them know what time it is
And how we get down
Me, Kokane, and Battlecat
Gone let y'all know how we do this thang here
Check this out y'all

We stay on point like Stacey Adams

24 hours a day,7 days a week, can ya dig it?
That's real talk baby
You know what
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
That's real talk right there baby
(Stacey Adams)

[Verse 1:]

I'm in a 3 piece suit
Looking too cute
Mashin' flashin'
Lookin' for a prostitute
Boo boo, you got that loot
I'm watchin' you, you watchin' me
It's all to the gravy cuz it's V.I.P
And everythang in here movin' belong to me
That component set, was given to me
By a pimp buddy of mine Disco D.
He told me, Frisco E.
This here gone be
The baddest pimp nigga that you ever gone see
Colder than Fillmore Slim
Tilt that brim
Snoop Dogg gone sell that trick
Keep it crackin' like pistachios
Get that money
And continue to mash these hoes
And when the Player's Ball roll around again
I'm guaranteed to win
You know why?
Cuz we

[Chorus:]

We stay on point like Stacey Adams
24 hours a day, 7 days a week
Yea, yea

You know why?
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
You know that's all we know how to do
(Stacey Adams)
Gee'd up to the feet up

[Verse 2:]

Not only that but uhh
Make it spectacular
Put on my black cape
And look like Blackula
Smack ya up with the shit that I drop
911, call the cops
There's a bitch, snitch
Ain't that a bitch
I can't trust nobody in this sonofabitch
I get rich on the fakers who hate
Bakin' my cake
And catch the Lakers at 8
On channel 9
Pop a bottle of wine
Then at 10 hit the club
With my nephew Dub
11:30, talkin' dirty to this little birdy
I'm trying to get mine early
I can't be seen with your girly
Continue to mash these hoes
I keep it crackin' like pistachios
I get the money first
With no rehearsal
Snoop D-O double G
Still controversial
Aahhh

[Chorus 3x]

 

[fox69]

"Staxxx In My Jeans"

"Staxxx In My Jeans"


Staxxx in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage [x2]
My pockets look like Rerun, your pockets look like Rodg.

It's the same story, a nigga rich,
I'm on some nigga shit, and you're nigga bitch!
You better check 'em, tell 'em I'm off the chain,
I buck and bang, homie that's only game,
Oh I ain't got a problem, you see me get the staxxx,
You see I bought the Phantom, 24's don't come with that,
I've been around the world, check gripping every state,
You bitch don't like me, she fake, so people might call it hate,
But I don't give a damn, a boss's life is how I make that bread,
Toss the mic and I'll still be richer than rich and have you bitch make my bed,
My pockets fat as shit, you niggas mad as shit,
Fuck neither Warner bro's, I'm on some Gladys shit,
Many have tried and failed, shit I'm out on bail,
I make more cheese than your old man and he went to Yale,
Shit I went to jail, you can go to hell,
You got some shit to tell, I got some shit to sell.

[Chorus:]
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage,
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage,
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage (yeah!)
My pockets look like Rerun, your pockets look like Rodg.

Candy paint dripping, look at all them bags,
I had to show and brag, 'cause being broke's a drag,
I gotta get this paper, my kids they gotta eat!
We got a lot of heat, just case them dollars, cease,
Been out for balling, shot calling and I make that change,
And I don't want the Range, chop that spray on things,
That's how gangsters do it, we get our green and bricks,
We put our green in blunts, you spend your green on chicks,
I'm on some player shit, dynasty straight Lakers shit,
Cook it up on some baker shit, and chop it up on some paper bitch!
I got my mind right, and my money right,
If you ain't in the game for the money, you the funny type,
And I'm laughing my ass off, Phantom with the mask off,
Legal, so they hating when I gas off,
You know how Snoopy does it, Phantom, don't bitch touch it,
One hundred thousand a show, I'm getting dough like fuck!

[Chorus]

Look how that flag hanging, gangbanging I ain't no punk,
Maintain till that thing came out the truck, make that (A)K go pop pop pop!
I'm about my bidness boy, making money never been so smooth,
You bitch you're about to lose, 'cause she's about to choose!
And that's the way it goes, S N double O,
You want that quiet type, I want that trouble ho!
Now go get paper girl, yeah, I meant for real,
One time I told a bitch not to come back till she got two thousand dollars in two dollar bills! (Wow!)
That's cold game, a ho thing,
I'm high as Soul Plane, I smoked the whole thing,
You know how daddy do it, I'm true to it,
I take a cocaine, bew it then put some blue to it!
That's some gangster shit, these hoes love this gangster dick,
Khaki's and some gangster kicks, yeah, bitch, that's my gangster fit,
I'm balling boy, and you ain't got to ask,
She all about this pimping, I'm all about this cash,

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Step Yo Game Up"
(feat. Lil' Jon, Trina)

"Step Yo Game Up"
(feat. Lil' Jon, Trina)



Yeah Man What's Going on Man It's really really pimpin' up in here man
I know you ain't seen pimpin' in a long time man I've been MIA
You know what I'm sayin' missin in action I ain't been on no milk carton box
but I've been milking and boxing these bitches
cuz they got to step they game up you know what I mean

[Chorus]
What you lookin' at (step yo game up!)
What you waitin' for (step yo game up!)
Go on come on in the door (step yo game up!)
Drop it to the floor and just (step yo game up!)
You a kid (step yo game up!)
You drink gin (step yo game up!)
Is that your friend (step yo game up!)
Tell a nigga you with you better (step yo game up!)

[Lil John]

[x2] Break it down bitch, let me see you back it up
drop that ass down low then pick that motherfucker up

[x4] Back that pussy tease a motherfucker

[x2] Rub that shit it's yours bitch, grab his dick it's yours bitch

[x2] Now turn around bitch, put that ass on a nigga, grind on his dick make it get a little
bigger

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Bitch wanna act like she ain't never been with fast lane pimpin' on em
Nails with the french tip potato chip yup with a french dip say she wanna french kiss all on my diz-nick
It's cool, go on and break fool if you have to, what which you won't do, bitch I'ma slap you
Stay in line ho it's a pimp affair, if you down to get low I can take you there
But you can't fake once you hit the gate, shake till it ache, work that birthday cake
You say you wanna make it ho, well quit bullshittin' and get naked ho
Now you always got to be hot and vicious, so move them biscuits and hit them tricks bitch
Now you got about a minute to fix this cuz I'm trying to find a bitch that's bootylicious

[Chorus]

[Trina]
P-U-S-S-Y, run a world, I'm the girl in the flesh ah
Lookin' for a nigga that will suck me like a blow pop
Run that dick to the door, do me baby don't stop
Same nigga talkin' all that shit
Just a little bitch, little balls, little dick
Let me show you how to work your tongue like a hurricane
We ain't here to play no games, baby give me everything
I know you like me when I drop it down low
Show it from the back, look back, let it roll
Drop it to the floor like a g-bitch supposed to
Shake it shake it shake it make a nigga go postal
But that's for fucking with a miami girl (?)
Get your man, take his money, and then buy the world
So nigga don't front, cuz fat wallets and big dicks is all I want

[Chorus]

[x8] Church, Preach, Tabernacle

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Sticky Fingers"
(feat. Kokane, Ric Rock)

"Sticky Fingers"
(feat. Kokane, Ric Rock)



[Hook - 2x : Ric Rock]
Sticky fingers is the one I love
I love him, I love you

[Tray Deee]
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Sometimes I just look at how you buy me things
Before I split you wide open and I take a whif
You so fine and now that you mind, it's that time
I'm holdin' on you close, can't wait to be kind
Slowly dig you out and spread you 'cross the sheet
Run my fingers through your hair, 'til you soft and sweet
As you clingin' to my fingers, time to get you hot
Wrap you up real tight, then I lick the top
Got you properly positioned to consume you whole
But I know as we together I'ma lose control
Any way I spark the flame and the games commence
As your aroma take over I get faded quick
See you fill me with a feeling so fulfilling it's thrillin'
That without you it's about to be a reason for livin'
I spend my last cash, even chose to fight
But yet I would even share if the mood is right
Let's get high

[Hook - 1x: Ric Rock]
Sticky fingers is the one I love
I love him, I love you

[Kokane]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook - 1x: Ric Rock (Kokane)]
Sticky fingers is the one I love
I love him (I love you)
I love you

[Kokane]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (You feel so good)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Goldie Loc]
Where my grinder at?
Where my grinder at?
So I can breakdown some Colombian black
Can't find my tire, so I use my 'tibs
Twist it up in some chocolate, now hit this shit
... And hold it in for about 20 seconds
Now how the hell you'd get "Mary Jane" naked?
Watch me light the cigarette up, I bet it burn out
Now hit some of this shit nigga, it get you turned out
Make you wanna jump back and kiss ya'self
Solo blunt to the neck, I don't need no help
But if I run to a bad bats, it's just anotha dollar loss
In time to pop my coller, 'til I pop a coller off
Situation sticky, no need for being picky
Don't touch ya face, the crystals make you itchy
Who's the theif that stole ya keef?
I had to smash on the teeth, right down the streets
You know why?

[Hook - 1x: Ric Rock & Kokane]
Sticky fingers is the one I love
I love him, I love you

[Kokane]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Even though I love you girl)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook - 1x: Ric Rock (Kokane)]
Sticky fingers is the one I love
I love him (I love you girl)
I love you

[Kokane]
You know when you smoke you smell so good...

[Hook - 1x: Ric Rock (Kokane)]
Sticky fingers is the one I love
I love him (Yeah)
I love you (I love you girl)

[Hook - 2x: Ric Rock]
Sticky fingers is the one I love
I love him, I love you

[Kokane over Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I love you girl)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Mrs. Sticky

[Hook - 1x: Ric Rock]
Sticky fingers is the one I love
I love him (Yeah)
I love you (Yeah, oh girl)

 

[fox69]

"Still A G Thang"

"Still A G Thang"


Yeah yeah yeah I'm fin up in the corner in my
lowrider dogg. Ya heard me?

Top dollar with the gold flea collar
dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG)
[Repeats throughout intro]

(Yeah it's still a G thang)
It's time for all the lowriders out there
yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on
hit a switch or two, bang a corna' sittin' on threes
yeah right trip...

It's like 4 & to the 5 & to the 6 & to the 7
I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven
Well how ya been where ya been & what it look like?
My game trump tight especially when it bump like
four DPG's gettin' crazy
& No Limit is the label that pays me!
Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie
& I remember what my momma showed me
told me game recognize game
& stay true to what ya do & don't be ashamed
I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder
how I keep from goin' under I'm a cold muthafucka
I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang
I don't know why, I love to gangbang
See life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway bitch anyway
you can say what you wanna say
Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old
Fiend know C know & P know see loc
We make music for the thugs and the bangers
and the bitches. Fuck you R&B singers
She want a nigga with his khackies hangin' real low
in a black rag Sixty-four hmm
Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean
bangin' that real shit nigga like Al Green
I'm headed straight to the LB
forget it that's what they tell me
Sell me everythang except some bullshit
and when it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick
Cause ain't nothin' butter but us
and nigga you'll get wet up for fuckin' with my cheddar
It's cold outside nigga grab ya sweater
and that bad bitch you fuckin' with
nigga she get ya set up
Boy you done put all ya trust in that hoe
didn't ya see what happened to the President niggaro
livin' in a tight house big as the White House
You fucked around & stuck ya dick
in that white bitch mouth
What you talkin' 'bout? Fool I'm dirty like the South
and to be real I feel that's how I'm comin' out
Back on the hoe stroll highway pimp patrol
put ya cuffs on ya girl nigga let her off parole
Man nigga way cold with his game
What's his muthafuckin' name? Who me?
I'm the capital S I don't fuck with stress
N double O-P D-O muthafuckin double G
Coldest entertainer gangbanger since Alphonz Capone
Count money like Basie police try to chase me
Niggas try to replace me but you can't
I'm ridin' in a tank I'm blowin' hella dank
So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or smokin' on some doe doe
spread the word and take the fo' door
The Last Don done hooked up with the muthafuckin'
King of the coast with the most here's a toast
and Snoop Dogg is the representer
through the niggas & G's through the LBC's
and the Calio projects Brooklyn to Queens
Chi-town woe now the Dogg Pound in the house
everytime we touch down right next to my hometown
D-town (Detroit) Eastside St. Louie (St Louie)
Spokane get ya money man tic-tock
Little Rock right next to Houston, Texas
home of Rap-A-Lot we like to jack a lot
gimme what ya got let me get that up out ya nigga
I got ya somethin' for the summertime while it's hot
and got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot
and guess what she want the
nigga with the biggest nuts (Who dat?)
A nigga who don't give a fuck
Ya see niggas like me all we see is
money, power moves, and a bitch a week
And last but not least my nigga *B-O-Z*
much love from the N.O. my nigga Feel me?
and my little cousin D-A-Z forever nigga
this DPGC and oh yeah Dr. D-R-E
you know where I'm at nigga holla at me
get at me holla at me nigga holla at a dogg that's real
y'all niggas know what's happenin'
It's still a (DPG) thang
It's still a G thang

Top dollar with the gold flea collar
dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG)
[Repeats 'til end with adlibs]

 

[fox69]

"Stoplight"

"Stoplight"


[Intro - Unknown speaker]
How else could you capture the world
if you don't attack from the back
To the million march... hehehehe
(Yo, Snoopa Donna, what??)

[Chorus]
When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it [echoes]
When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it [echoes]

[Snoop Dogg]
Boggy, boggy, boogy...
I'm going 65, 75, 80
Mashing down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy
In the fastlane, high-beams shining
Tryna keep the timing on the track
With the diamond in the back
Move roof wide open, scoping, locking
The bitches relieve, the hoes keep hoping
They can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in
Four hoes on a black tryna put their bid in
Girl, put it to work, you gonna do the damn thing
Happen, the rest of y'all, eat dirt
I'm rollin' in the "Mackmobile", I'm back for real
One hundred percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal
Back wheel-spinning, number one, I'm winning
Hoes lookin' inside, and they just to grinning
Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all dues
Don't trip I keep my hoes in two

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside the four o'clok traffic jam
We gonna be taking request right now at 87752-Snoop
Call station naming ya game...
Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here
Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit
Man that motherfucking baggin church

[Snoop Dogg]
You see them pretty buttons on my stereo? (don't touch 'em)
Don't touch 'em hoe!
You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac
Pimping ain't (yeah) now sit the fuck back
I'm the man in charge, +Boss+, my backhand is horse
Simple slim, man I'm large
Mashing so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
My wheels cause a fortune, bitch I'm scorching
Seen some niggas who love to talk shit
Reach for my thang and my glove compartment
Dipnap the use it, flashed in my music
Kids in the streets askin' Doggy how I dooze it
First place in the race and don't wanna lose it
Niggas better watch out and bitches better move it

[Interlude 2]
Yeah baby, you got ta move your groove
To prove that you supposed to groove in the moon
as I recite naughty nothings in yo' eardrums
If you cruisin' up the boulevard in your car
Put it in park and let the dogg spark, yeah baby

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Interlude 3]
Oh, no
Tot that track you phone
I am Sam Dussel, DPG Buck
And I hate Stoplight
I always make to the next ?McMany?
I told you right I wouldn't C-Walk
Light me out, hahahaha!

[Snoop Dogg]
Half past late and I'm still rollin
Real hoeing, make a nigga pocket still swollin
Still going, black and white tip-toein'
Flash in my player's car (why you play so hard?) cause I'm a Don
Sippin Moet, smoking Chron'
Doggy wanna see that dress my locks are on
Pimping black-red, who let bag to blunt
Can't tell the sunset from the crack of dawn
Half tank of gas
Rollin' down the window, reach out to extinct that ass
Get hot, turn down the heat, burn down the street
My hoes love to earn my keep
It's only five miles left, so I whipped it
Skipped it, lifted it and overdrive
Straight onto five, pimp nigga on the rise
85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that stoplight

[car crashes]

 

[fox69]

"Suited N Booted"

"Suited N Booted"


That's short Jay
Gators on your feet
Six piece outfit
Hat to the side
Four bitches on your arm

I keep my glass in my hand
In case I want to get my drink on
Feeling way pimping
Should I put the white mink on

[Chorus]
You Got to do it
Suited N Booted
Me and my niggas stay
Suited and Booted

Game is tight
I'ma put this gold link on
Feeling way pimpin
Should I put the blue mink on

[Chorus]

What you think we toasting for
Me and my nephews west coast for sho
We keep the best of indigo
We count our blessings, give thanks and then we blow
I'll say it again, I know I've said it before
Why Snoop be letting his mink drag on the floor
That's pimp shit, something you wouldn't know
G'd up from the feet up, laying low

Game on lock
That's why I got this link on
Feeling way pimpin
Should I put the green mink on

[Chorus]

I keep my glass in my hand
In case I want to get my drink on
Snoop Dogg clothing
With a light pink mink on

[Chorus]
Mayre Gators, maylike boots
Seven piece custom made suits
Hats to match, counting my chicken stratch
Just cut a deal with Cadillac
Fo real, that's why I be dressed to kill
Sixty-five G's for a Snoop Deville
Get you one, matter fact get two
They come in burgundy, but I'ma paint mine blue
I can't come through half steppin'
I keep me a cane as a potental weapon
Slap a bitch or beat a nigga up too
I do what the fuck I want to do
I stay cool, act the fool, represented
Hard from the get go, so hard to the finish
The cleanest, the meanest, I know that's right
And don't get to close cause these gators bite

Game is lock
That's why I got this link on
Feeling way pimpin
Should I put the orange mink on

[Chorus]

I keep my glass in my hand
In case I want to get my drink on
Snoop Dogg clothing
With a honey brown mink on

[Chorus]

Yeah, Suited N Booted baby
Lemme add something up for you real quick
Fifteen-hundred dollar gators
Six thousand dollar suit
Twelve-hundred dollar hat
My muthafuckin glass cost eight-hundred dollars
And the Snoop Deville I just jumped out of that's sixty-five G's
Plus the ounce that I got in my pocket
Add me up nigga, that's a hundred something thousand
Motherfucker can you buy that
That's called being suited N booted
G'd up from the feet up, can you dig it
And we do this here like seven dizzles a wizzle
Fa shizzle my nizzle, the big Snoopy D-O-double-jizzle
Back up in the hizzle, Da Boss, Nigga

 

[fox69]

"Sumthing Like This Night"
(feat. Gorillaz)

"Sumthing Like This Night"
(feat. Gorillaz)



[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Top selector number one Big Snoop D-O-double-G, ya!
Come again, bo, bo!
There's somethin 'bout this night
Somethin 'bout this light, yahhhhh

[Snoop Dogg]
Illa dilla, I'ma killer
Snoopy Dogg with the Gorillaz
Layin low, on the flo'
My hands up high, I'm full of 'dro
Girlies tryin to kiss me slow
I'm leanin like a sixty-fo'
This life I live's incredible
These trees I breeze are medical
Take a look, in my eyes
Hold on tight, enjoy the ride
If you don't feel good then you out of place
My universe, is outer space
My look, my style, my Prada case
Lil' daddy get out our face
Trip this, sip this, hit that, now sit on back
And let Dogg go and get on that
Party people you invited

[Chorus: Gorillaz]
Have you ever tried it... somethin like this night
I can try to smoke wit'chu, somethin like this night
Have you ever tried it... somethin like this night
I can try to smoke wit'chu, somethin like this night
Somethin like this night, somethin like this night
Somethin like this night, somethin like this night

[Snoop Dogg]
What a night to get involved
Everybody have a pause
Celebrate and fill your cup
Drink until you get enough
How you feel, I got that feelin
Disco lights hang from the ceiling
Ain't nobody on the wall
Pop it, drop it, let that fall
Hey DJ, play my song
Step back, let it bang all night long
I need your attention, no hopin or wishin
Come in in high-definition
Said I do, right that I do
Get up and get money, yep that I do
Rode it, ride it, lick it
Bite it, roll it, ride it
Party people you invited

[Chorus]

[Snoop] Party people you invited

[Gorillaz]
Somethin like this night, somethin like this [2X]
Somethin like this night, somethin like this night [2X]

 

[fox69]

"Super Crip"

"Super Crip"


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 talk 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
Dre get 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

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
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 tool front and center
Hard on these scores from the Summer to the winter
Spring to the Fall, bitches 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 niggas 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 bad phone
I'm talkin' to Iron man, smokin' on fireman
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