*featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg
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(I can feel it)
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[Chorus: Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg)]
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Yeah, and you don't stop (it's still 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
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Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
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[Verse One: Dr. Dre]
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Niggers that I used to know and sell dope wit'
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Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit,
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And let me know what's up and they can blast on,
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Thinkin' about the homeys that passed on.
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Death Row come to show you all the game at,
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And show you how my label got the name that
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So many wanna see me, and time is money,
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But never in the P-E-N, yo.
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Welcome back to Viet Nam, California.
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Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn you.
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Every motherfuckin minute you on the West Side,
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The best side, 20 niggers that just died.
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Walkin' down the streets of L.A.
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Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
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The 1-8-7 don't stop, on undercover cops,
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So on this spot gettin' popped, shot,
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Droppin' like this and like that,
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Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peelin' back.
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So creep when you in the C-P-T.
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You catch heat from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
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I got my eyes on the shit unfolding.
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And there ain't gonna be no trippin'
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Cause they know the type of shit that I be holding.
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If there's another word said,
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I'll let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.
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[Chorus: Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg)]
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Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
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Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
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[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
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Head away, sent away, get away Snoop's got a gun,
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And he's lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
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Now it's time to put they ass in the mix.
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Back on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
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Nuts full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
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Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out,
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But I got to make my green, and plus they all fiend
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Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
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Until the last nigga that you know drop.
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Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what it's about.
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Now, 99 pigs on a block with me,
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Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock with me,
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A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C.
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Look at what the doc brought in,
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A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
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So what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
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I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22
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so if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
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If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"
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[Chorus: Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg)]
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Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
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Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
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[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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Splat to a motherfucker face, he fall.
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Strong motherfucker cause he starts to crawl.
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I guess I gots to load the glock again.
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Hit 'im with the hollow points and watch him spin.
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Fuck it, I had to do this quick.
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Grabbed the glock 17, the clip went click.
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Tried to detect, but did not detect perfect
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So I creep on that ass, pops him and drops him.
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That ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
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Dead in his tracks, from a full six pack.
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Relax, cause I'm about to take my respect.
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I aimed the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
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Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade into the wind.
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1-8-7 and it's on again.
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Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
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Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
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And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
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Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
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Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
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Niggas keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.
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[Chorus: Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg)]
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Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
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Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
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187um (Deep Cover Remix)
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| Dr Dre |
