"One Eight Seven" lyrics
(feat. Snoop Dogg)
(I can feel it!)
Niggas that I used to know and sell dope with
Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit
And let me know what's up and they can blast on
Thinking 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 P.E.N, yo
Welcome back to Vietnam, California
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn you
Every motherfucking minute you on the west side
The best side, 20 niggas that just died
Walking 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 getting popped, shot
Dropping like this and like that
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peeling back
So creep when you in the C.P.T
You catch heat from fucking with' the D.R.E
I got my eyes on the shit unfolding
And there ain't gonna be no tripping
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 a undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
Cause it's 1.8.7 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 looking 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 yelling 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 motherfucking cop wanna knock with me
A C.O.N.V.I.C.T, the motherfucking D.O.G, coming from the L.B.C
Look at what the doc brought in
A chrome 38, a forty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you wanna do? (what you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a Uzi and the motherfucking 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 a undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
Cause it's 1.8.7 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 beating 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-ka! Boo-ka! 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 motherfucking dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfucking dome
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip
Niggas keep your hands on your motherfucking shit
Yeah, and you don't stop
Cause it's 1.8.7 on a undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
Cause it's 1.8.7 on a undercover cop
Niggas that I used to know and sell dope with
Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit
And let me know what's up and they can blast on
Thinking 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 P.E.N, yo
Welcome back to Vietnam, California
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn you
Every motherfucking minute you on the west side
The best side, 20 niggas that just died
Walking 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 getting popped, shot
Dropping like this and like that
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peeling back
So creep when you in the C.P.T
You catch heat from fucking with' the D.R.E
I got my eyes on the shit unfolding
And there ain't gonna be no tripping
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 a undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
Cause it's 1.8.7 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 looking 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 yelling 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 motherfucking cop wanna knock with me
A C.O.N.V.I.C.T, the motherfucking D.O.G, coming from the L.B.C
Look at what the doc brought in
A chrome 38, a forty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you wanna do? (what you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a Uzi and the motherfucking 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 a undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
Cause it's 1.8.7 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 beating 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-ka! Boo-ka! 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 motherfucking dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfucking dome
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip
Niggas keep your hands on your motherfucking shit
Yeah, and you don't stop
Cause it's 1.8.7 on a undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
Cause it's 1.8.7 on a undercover cop
Thanks to Happy for adding these lyrics.
