Dr Dre 187 (deep Cover Remix) Lyrics

187 (deep Cover Remix) Lyrics

[Featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Niggers that I used to know and sell dope
wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit
And let me know what's up and
they can blast on
Thinkin' about the homeys that passed on.
Death Row come
to show you all the game at
And show you how my label got the name that
So
many wanna see me and time is money
But never in the P E N yo.
Welcome
back to Viet Nam California.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn
you.
Every motherfuckin minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20
niggers that just died.
Walkin' down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped
cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on undercover
cops,
So on this spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like this and like
that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peelin' back.
So creep when you in
the C-P-T.
You catch heat from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on
the shit unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no trippin'
Cause they know
the type of shit that I be holding.
If there's another word said,
I'll
let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause
it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on
an undercover cop
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away,
get away Snoop's got a gun,
And he's lookin' for the cops who set him up in
'86
Now it's time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my
khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared
as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and plus
they all fiend
Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't
stop,
Until the last nigga that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I
doubt that you really give a fuck what it's
about.
Now, 99 pigs on a
block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock with me,
A
C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C.
Look at what
the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you
wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin
22
so if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we
stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an
undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover
cop
Splat to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker cause he
starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the
hollow points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed
the glock 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect
perfect
So I creep on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to
stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a full six
pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge
straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade into the wind.
1-8-7
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's
on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's
on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin'
dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your
hands on your motherfuckin' shit.
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7
on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an
undercover cop...