I.V. this shit is hot like the old jail music I might as well go in
I'm a super gangster, G'd up extra Stretch you out plus the nigga you're next ta Weeded up, liquored out On a crate real late, four-fifth is out I'll let you know if it's a drought or them bricks is out The Dominicans got 'em but the Columbians shipped 'em out Know the big time hustlers, all of the drug smugglers 3-Card Molly niggaz, crooked card shufflers Even though the O's on the hoes stroll Ex-baseheads that got a job, now they got 'em the Soul Glo Know all of the stick-up kids, dice shooters Old school niggaz that chill and light buddha Niggaz that cop cars and throw work in the engine Boys that do nothin but buy sneakers and denim I know niggaz that get drunk at the bar And the young boys who keep the handgun and the pump in the car
Up in the hood, it's a lot of gangs and gangsters But I'm a super gangster I super grind, I'm tryin to get super paper Told you I'm a super gangster
Kick it with the O.G.'s and the parolees Light a blunt with 'em, tell 'em put out a stogie The young boys that'll kill yo' ass over a Roley Maybe even a Fossil; them niggaz is hostile Some hoe-ass bitches that bag crack throwed up in they ass crack, leave with they bags packed Go where you tell 'em to go The O.G. number man who sniff a little blow off the federal note The white boy that'll sell you a boat Get your papers cleared up, old church lady that'll tell you it's hope The politician that'll tell you to vote And my jail niggaz that always get it in, with a sock and the soap What!
I'm a super gangster, I fly off haze I'm invisible, nobody ain't seen me in days I'll crush every bone in you, I ain't get paid Got a gun with a laser that shoot out grenades I'm a super gangster, better ask the hood All I need is some gloves and a mask, I'm good I'll rob everything I could, anytime I can Is S.P. the super gangster? Yes I am
