187 – Snoop Dogg
[Dr. Dre]
Niggers that I used to know and sell dope wit’
Listen to how a motherf_cker flow sh_t,
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 motherf_ckin minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin’ down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause n_ggas 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 f_ckin’ with’ the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the sh_t unfolding.
And there ain’t gonna be no trippin’
Cause they know the type of sh_t that I be holding.
If there’s another word said,
I’ll let my forty-fo’ go buck to the head, n_gga.
Yeah, and you don’t stop,
cause it’s 1-8-7 on a motherf_ckin cop
Yeah, and you don’t stop,
cause it’s 1-8-7 on a motherf_ckin cop
[Snoop Dogg]
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 motherf_cker, 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 n_gga that you know drop.
Another n_gga out, but I doubt that you really give a f_ck what it’s about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block with me,
Not a motherf_ckin’ cop wanna knock with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherf_ckin’ 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 mothaf_ckin 22
so if you wanna blast, n_gga we can buck ’em
If we stick ’em then we stuck ’em so f_ck ’em!”
Yeah, and you don’t stop,
cause it’s 1-8-7 on a motherf_ckin cop
Yeah, and you don’t stop,
cause it’s 1-8-7 on a motherf_ckin cop
Splat to a motherf_cker face, he fall.
Strong motherf_cker cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the glock again.
Hit ‘im with the hollow points and watch him spin.
F_ck 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 motherf_ckin’ dome
And it’s on, and it’s on, and it’s on, and it’s on,
Fo’-fo’ Desert Eagle to your motherf_ckin’ dome.
F_ck ’em, buck ’em, if they really wanna trip,
N_ggas keep your hands on your motherf_ckin’ sh_t.
Yeah, and you don’t stop,
cause it’s 1-8-7 on a motherf_ckin cop
Yeah, and you don’t stop,
cause it’s 1-8-7 on a motherf_ckin cop…
