187 (Deep Cover Remix) Lyrics 187 (Deep Cover Remix) Niggers that I used to know and sell dope wit' Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit, 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 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 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 fuckin' with' the D-R-E. I got my eyes on the shit unfolding. And there ain't gonna be no trippin' 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 an undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an 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 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 motherfucker, 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 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 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 Fo'ty-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 don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an 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 '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 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 motherfuckin' dome And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's 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 don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop... Deep Cover Lyrics Deep Cover Tonight's the night I get in some shit, [Yeah] Deep cover on the incognito tip. Killin' motherfuckers if I have to, Peelin' caps too, cause you niggas know I'm comin' at you. I guess thats part of the game, But I feel for the nigger who thinks he just gonna come and chance things With the swiftness, so get it right, with the quickness, And let me handle my business, yo. I'm on a mission and my mission won't stop Until I get the nigger maxin at the top. I hope you get his ass before he drops. Kingpin kickin back while his workers sling his rocks. Coming up like a fat rat. Big money, big cars, big body guards on his back. So it's difficult to get him. But I got the hook up with somebody who knows how to get in contact with him. Hit him like this and like that, Let 'em know that I'll make it for a big fat dope sack What is this pen? so let's rush it. If you want to handle it tonight we'll discuss it On the nigga's time, in the nigga's place, Take a strap just in case one of his boys recognise my face. Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker, But I gives a fuck, cause I'm going deep cover. Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop Creep with me as I crawl through the hood, Maniac, lunatic, call 'em Snoop Eastwood Kickin dust as I bust fuck peace And, the mothafuckin drug police You already know I gives a fuck about a cop So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue Dre, (whatup, Snoop) yo I got the feelin Tonight's the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin Killin, feelin, no remorse, yeah So lets go straight to the motherfuckin' source And see what we can find Crooked ass cops that be gettin niggaz a gang of times And now they wanna make a deal with me Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me And make my pockets bigger They want to meet with me tonight at 7:00, so whassup nigger? 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 don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop Six fo' five was the time on the clock, When me and my homey bailed in the parking lot. The scene looked strange and it felt like a set up Better not be, cause if it is, they're getting lit up. Oh here they come from the back and they laxed. I'm checkin for the gats they strap, so whats up black? Chill, lets hit a deal, if it aint up to what you feel then grab your steel. Right, so, what you motherfuckers gonna come at me with? Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip. Cause you can save that shit. Guess what they told me? 'We give you 20 G's if you snitch on your homey, We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush, Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us." Hmmm, let me think about it Turned my back and grabbed my gat and guess what I told him before I shot it: 'If you don't quit, yeah, if you don't stop, yeah, I'm lettin' my gat pop' Cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop... Fuck Wit Dre Day Fuck Wit Dre Day Yeah, hell yeah. Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah... Mister Buster, where the fuck ya at? Can't scrap a leg, so I know ya got your gat. Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs. The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with Don't even respect your ass. That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga. Used to be my homie, used to be my ace. Now I wanna slap the taste out your mouth, Make you bow down to the row. Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho. Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide. Let me ride, just another homicide. Yeah it's me so I'mma talk on. Stompin' on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on. So strap on your Compton hat, your locs. And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc. And pass the bud, and stay low-key, B.G., 'cause you lost all your homie's love Now call it what you want to. You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you! Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about. We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded. Put down the candy and let the little boy go... You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker... **We want Eazy, we want Eazy** Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay. Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house... Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay. Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house... Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay. The sounds of a dog brings me to another day. Play, with my bone won't you tell me It seems like you're good for makin' jokes about your jimmy. But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like: I heard she was the 'Frisco dank. But fuck your mama, I'm talkin about you and me Toe to toe, Tim M - U - T. Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious. And them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious. You get with Doggy Dogg. Oh, is he crazy? With ya mama and your daddy hollin' babee. So won't they let you know That if you fuck with Dre, nigga, you're fuckin' wit Death Row. And I ain't even slangin' them thangs. I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in your mouth, biyitch! Yeah ,nigga! Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker. So you wanna pop that shit - get yo motherfuckin' cranium cracked nigga. Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke so remember the name: Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER! Now understand this: my nigga Dre can't be touched. Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin fucked, buster. Must have thought I was sleazy, Or thought I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy. Animosity made ya speak but ya spoke. Hey, yo Dre! Whattup? Chip this nigga off loc. If it ain't another ho that I gots to fuck with. Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick's gots to fit. With my nuts on ya tonsils While ya onstage rappin' at your wack-ass concerts. And I'mma snatch your ass from the backside To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride. Now you might not understand me, 'Cause I'mma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami. Then we gon creep to South Central On a Street Knowledge mission. As I steps in the temple Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap. Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat. You tryin' to check my homie, you best check yo self. Cause when you dis Dre you dis yourself, MOTHERFUCKER Yeah, nine-deuce. Dr. Dre, droppin' chronic once again. It don't stop. Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like Compton Style, nigga! Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house... Long Beach is in the motherfuckin' house... Yeah, yeah... Straight up, really doe! Breakin' all these suckers off somethin' real proper like... You know what I'm sayin'? All these sucker ass niggaz can eat a fat dick: Yeah! Eazy-E, Eazy-E, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick! Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick! Luke, can eat a fat dick! Yeah...