"187" lyrics
(feat. Boosie Badazz)
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(DJ Skee)
187, [?] to a drive by
6 dead, but only 3 went to Hell
2 .40, 2 Mac 11's, not a funeral next
Stay strapped, they coming back, so you could be next
I got my cuffed killa's from New Orleans to South Central
Baby gangstas, 13, they bustin' heads
Keep a 40 and a vest so I ain't scared
Don't come back with that [?] Boosie [?]
Got the mind of a motherfucking maniac
No Blood, no Crip, but I'm gang attached
I stay with straps, where I'm from, they put your head in your lap
1 nigga coming down, we come and murder the track
Don't make me introduce your ass to the bang, bang, Boos
Whole clique shot, whole clique [?]
These body bags, they hypnotizing, I can't sleep, if that 40 ain't on side me
Nigga, play another body
187
187
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Somebody tell me where the fucking swishers at
'Cause I'm 'bout to blaze
Erase your motherfucking face with this 12 Gage
It's gon' be a homicide around your hood
One hood, any hood, motherfucker, now what's good?
See me hopping out this Phantom, it's Mike Vic Atlanta
2 eagles on my side, like I'm in Philly throwing pennies
What up?
Throwing my eastside, southside, northside
Save the best for last, coming straight up out the westside
Bandana tied around my face, like I'm Jesse James
Run in the Grammys, smack the hoes and tell 'em, Game, rob the train
I'm from where the bangers bang, live where the smokers smoke
Cali' like a poker game, you gotta keep them jokers low
Keep them aces held high, keep diamonds in the safe
Wear your heart on your sleeve, and that'll keep your queen safe
Since I'm the king of the Golden State
Respect my throne, I'mma own your fate, it's gon' be a fucking-
187
What up?
187
Cali to New York
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San Diego to the bay
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Baby L, walk back to L.A
What Up?
They shooting, nah, they really shooting
92 wides nigga, I was really littin'
I got my aunt a TV, and my moms a bracelet
18 years later, red Ferrari, wanna race it?
Best rapper in the world, motherfuck a face it
10 million albums sold, man, you can't erase it
Back to the basics, stuffin' packs up in my aces
Parkin' Bentleys on the same corner, where chalk and yellow tape is
The California zoo, where gorillas and the apes is
Toting banana clips, the hoes like the M camel bitch
Riding down Crenshaw, he love to show them rims off
When I'm gon' stop banging? when I'm a motherfucking grandpa
But even then, I'ma have me a red cane
Ran down the block, I guess The Game don't change
So ain't no reason tryna run, motherfucker
188 minus 1, motherfucker
What up?
187
I'm from Homicide [?]
187
Run up on my truck, it's bang, bang
What up?
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187
(DJ Skee)
187, [?] to a drive by
6 dead, but only 3 went to Hell
2 .40, 2 Mac 11's, not a funeral next
Stay strapped, they coming back, so you could be next
I got my cuffed killa's from New Orleans to South Central
Baby gangstas, 13, they bustin' heads
Keep a 40 and a vest so I ain't scared
Don't come back with that [?] Boosie [?]
Got the mind of a motherfucking maniac
No Blood, no Crip, but I'm gang attached
I stay with straps, where I'm from, they put your head in your lap
1 nigga coming down, we come and murder the track
Don't make me introduce your ass to the bang, bang, Boos
Whole clique shot, whole clique [?]
These body bags, they hypnotizing, I can't sleep, if that 40 ain't on side me
Nigga, play another body
187
187
187
187
Somebody tell me where the fucking swishers at
'Cause I'm 'bout to blaze
Erase your motherfucking face with this 12 Gage
It's gon' be a homicide around your hood
One hood, any hood, motherfucker, now what's good?
See me hopping out this Phantom, it's Mike Vic Atlanta
2 eagles on my side, like I'm in Philly throwing pennies
What up?
Throwing my eastside, southside, northside
Save the best for last, coming straight up out the westside
Bandana tied around my face, like I'm Jesse James
Run in the Grammys, smack the hoes and tell 'em, Game, rob the train
I'm from where the bangers bang, live where the smokers smoke
Cali' like a poker game, you gotta keep them jokers low
Keep them aces held high, keep diamonds in the safe
Wear your heart on your sleeve, and that'll keep your queen safe
Since I'm the king of the Golden State
Respect my throne, I'mma own your fate, it's gon' be a fucking-
187
What up?
187
Cali to New York
187
San Diego to the bay
187
Baby L, walk back to L.A
What Up?
They shooting, nah, they really shooting
92 wides nigga, I was really littin'
I got my aunt a TV, and my moms a bracelet
18 years later, red Ferrari, wanna race it?
Best rapper in the world, motherfuck a face it
10 million albums sold, man, you can't erase it
Back to the basics, stuffin' packs up in my aces
Parkin' Bentleys on the same corner, where chalk and yellow tape is
The California zoo, where gorillas and the apes is
Toting banana clips, the hoes like the M camel bitch
Riding down Crenshaw, he love to show them rims off
When I'm gon' stop banging? when I'm a motherfucking grandpa
But even then, I'ma have me a red cane
Ran down the block, I guess The Game don't change
So ain't no reason tryna run, motherfucker
188 minus 1, motherfucker
What up?
187
I'm from Homicide [?]
187
Run up on my truck, it's bang, bang
What up?
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