One Eight Seven (Feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)

Niggas 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 homies that passed on Death row come to show you where 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 PEN 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 niggas that just died Walkin' down the streets of LA Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps every day yo The 187 don't stop on undercover cops So on this spot gettin' popped shot Droppin' like this and like that Rattattattat with their caps peelin' back So creep when you in the CPT You catch heat from fuckin' with' the DRE 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 holdin' If there's another word said I'll let my fortyfo' go buck to the head nigga Yeah and you don't stop Cause it's 187 on a undercover cop Yeah and you don't stop Cause it's 187 on a 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 wat it's about Now 99 pigs on a block with me Not a motherfuckin cop wanna knock with me A CONVICT the motherfuckin DOG comin' from the LBC Look at what the doc brought in A chrome 38 a fortyfo' 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 187 on a undercover cop Yeah and you don't stop Cause it's 187 on a 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 'em 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 Booka Booka then I fade into the wind 187 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 187 on a undercover cop Yeah and you don't stop Cause it's 187 on a undercover cop