(I can feel it)
Yeah, and you dont stop (its still 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Yeah, and you dont stop (cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Niggers that I used to know and sell dope wit
Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know whats 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.
Aint 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 dont 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 aint gonna be no trippin
Cause they know the type of shit that I be holding.
If theres another word said,
Ill let my forty-fo go buck to the head, nigga.
Yeah, and you dont stop (cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Yeah, and you dont stop (cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get away Snoops got a gun,
And hes lookin for the cops who set him up in 86
Now its time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of cavi and Im headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause Im fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and plus they all fiend
Follow me, they keep yellin murder, but it wont stop,
Until the last nigga that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what its 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 Foty-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 dont stop (cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Yeah, and you dont stop (cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin 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 Im 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 its on again.
Well its on, and its on, and its on, and its on,
Fo-fo Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin dome
And its on, and its on, and its on, and its 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 dont stop (cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Yeah, and you dont stop (cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
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