Songtekst:
[dr dre]
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 la
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 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 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 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 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 a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don’t stop,
Cause it’s 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 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 la
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 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 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 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 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 a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don’t stop,
Cause it’s 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
