Dr. Dre & Snoop Doggy Dogg - Deep Cover aka 187

[dr. dre]
Niggers 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 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 motherfuckin minute you on the west side,
The best side, 20 niggers 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-foour go buck to the head, nigga.

Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin 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 looking for the cops who set him up in 186
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-four 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 them
If we stick them then we stuck them so fuck them!"

Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 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 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-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,
Forty-four desert eagle to your motherfucking dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Forty-four desert eagle to your motherfucking dome.
Fuck them, buck them, 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 motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...

Att: Narangito