Lyrics to go: "Deep Cover"/"187"
--The Freudian Id--
"One Eight Seven." Some of the things I wasn't sure about, so I'm sure
there are a lot of mistakes. If you know of any corrections, let me know.
"DEEP COVER" (FROM THE "DEEP COVER" SOUNDTRACK)
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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 a stiff'll come 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 shisty 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...
ONE EIGHT SEVEN (FROM DRE DAY MAXI-SINGLE)
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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' the 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.
Bookaw! Bookaw! 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' does an evil to your motherfuckin' dome.
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' does an evil 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...
Props to Flash and K-Mello for helping with some of these
lyrics. Peace, out!
-Id
--
"Only the weak will try to speak; those who are quiet will always cause riots."
-"Stranded on Death Row,"
The Chronic
juonst...@bvc.edu
> OK, here they are, the lyrics to "Deep Cover" (unedited) and
> "One Eight Seven." Some of the things I wasn't sure about, so I'm sure
> there are a lot of mistakes. If you know of any corrections, let me know.
>
> "DEEP COVER" (FROM THE "DEEP COVER" SOUNDTRACK)
> ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 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 a stiff'll come to get him.
I thought it was "it's difficult"
> 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 shisty motherfucker,
^^^^^^
sheisty
> 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
^^^^
punk?
> 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.
^^^^^^
I thought it was met up, or wet 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.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Geyeeah, lets make the deal
^^^
up
> 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.
> Bookaw! Bookaw! then I fade into the wind.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Boo-yaa, boo-yaa!
> 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' does an evil to your motherfuckin' dome.
^^^^^^^^^^^^
(this one I am SURE ABOUT): Desert Eagle
> And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
> Fo'-fo' does an evil to your motherfuckin' dome.
^^^^^^^^^^^^
('44 Desert Eagle, automatic shotgun used in infamous Drake diner hold-up)
> 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...
>
> Props to Flash and K-Mello for helping with some of these
> lyrics. Peace, out!
> -Id
> --
> "Only the weak will try to speak; those who are quiet will always cause riots."
>
> -"Stranded on Death Row,"
> The Chronic
Yo G, here's some more help, hope ya don't mind...
From your friend, Flash
Ronald Johnson
Tribe's album...I dont have the pict in front of me...didnt recognize
him at first, but there is a list in there where they named some
of the artists who appeared in the photos, along with their record labels
etc... RJ