(I can feel it!)

Yeah, and you don't stop

It's still 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop

Yeah, and you don't stop

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop

Niggas that I used to know and sold dope with

Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit

And let me know it's something they can blast on

Thinking about the homies that passed on

Death Row come to show you where all the game at

And show you how my label got the name that

So many wanna see me in, time is money

But never in the P-E-N, yo

Welcome back to Vietnam, California

Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn ya

Every motherfucking minute you on the Westside

The best side, 20 niggas done just died

Walking 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 up on the spot getting popped, shot

Dropping like this and like that

Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peeling back

So creep when you in the C-P-T

You catch heat for fucking with' the D-R-E

I got my eyes on the shit unfolding

And there ain't gonna be no tripping

'Cause they know the type of shit that I be holding

If there's another word said

I'll let my .44 go buck to the head, nigga

Yeah, and you don't stop

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop

Yeah, and you don't stop

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfucking 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 looking 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 stars

Nuts full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar

Scared than a motherfucker, 'cause I'm fresh out

But I gots to make my green, and plus they all fiend

Follow me, they keep yelling 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 motherfucking cop wanna knock with me

A C-O-N-V-I-C-T

The motherfucking D-O-G, coming from the L-B-C

Look at what the Doc brought in

A chrome .38, a .44 mag, and Mac 10

So what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)

I got the gauge, a Uzi and my motherfucking .22

So if you wanna blast, nigga, we can buck 'em

If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!

(I can feel it!)

Yeah, and you don't stop

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop

Yeah, and you don't stop

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfucking 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 him 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 beating up blacks

Dead in his tracks, from a full six pack

Relax, 'cause I'm about to take my respect

I aimed the 12 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

four-four Desert Eagle to your motherfucking dome

And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on

four-four Desert Eagle to your motherfucking dome

Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip

Niggas, keep your hands on your motherfucking shit

Yeah, and you don't stop

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop

Yeah, and you don't stop

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop

Yeah, and you don't stop

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop

Yeah, and you don't stop

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop

Yeah, and you don't stop

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop

Yeah, and you don't stop

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop

Yeah, and you don't stop

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop

Yeah, and you don't stop

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop