187um lyrics

Artist  : Dr Dre 
Song : 187um



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 Artist: dr. dre featuring snoop doggy dogg*i can
feel it*

Chorus: dr. dre (snoop doggy dogg)

Yeah, and you don’t stop (it’s still 1-8-7 on
a motherf**kin cop)
Yeah, and you don’t stop (cause it’s 1-8-7 on
a motherf**kin cop)

Verse one: dr. dre

Niggers that I used to know and sell dope wit’
Listen to how a motherf**ker 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 motherf**kin 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 f**kin’ with’ the d-r-e.
I got my eyes on the sh*t unfolding.
And there ain’t gonna be no trippin’
Cause they know the type of sh*t that I be
holding.
If there’s another word said,
I’ll let my forty-fo’ go buck to the head,
nigga.

Chorus: dr. dre (snoop doggy dogg)

Yeah, and you don’t stop (cause it’s 1-8-7 on
a motherf**kin cop)
Yeah, and you don’t stop (cause it’s 1-8-7 on
a motherf**kin cop)

Verse two: snoop doggy 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 lookin’ for the cops who set him up
in ’86
Now it’s time to put they as* 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 motherf**ker, 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 f**k what it’s about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block with me,
Not a motherf**kin’ cop wanna knock with me,
A c-o-n-v-i-c-t, the motherf**kin’ 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 mothaf**kin 22
So if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck ’em
If we stick ’em then we stuck ’em so f**k
’em!"

Chorus: dr. dre (snoop doggy dogg)

Yeah, and you don’t stop (cause it’s 1-8-7 on
a motherf**kin cop)
Yeah, and you don’t stop (cause it’s 1-8-7 on
a motherf**kin cop)

Verse three: snoop doggy dogg

Splat to a motherf**ker face, he fall.
Strong motherf**ker cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the glock again.
Hit ’im with the hollow points and watch him
spin.
f**k 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 motherf**kin’
dome
And it’s on, and it’s on, and it’s on, and
it’s on,
Fo’-fo’ desert eagle to your motherf**kin’
dome.
f**k ’em, buck ’em, if they really wanna
trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your motherf**kin’
shit.

Chorus: dr. dre (snoop doggy dogg)

Yeah, and you don’t stop (cause it’s 1-8-7 on
a motherf**kin cop)
Yeah, and you don’t stop (cause it’s 1-8-7 on
a motherf**kin cop)