Hit this motherfucker, G

No, naw, man, I can't fuck with that

Aw, man, I been dealing with you for three motherfucking months, you ain't hit the pipe in front of me yet!

So, what you saying?

I think you 5-0!

5-0? Man, I ain't no motherfucking cop!

Well, hit this motherfucker then

"I can feel it!"

Tonight's the night I get in some shit (Yeah)

Deep Cover on the incognito tip

Killing motherfuckers if I have to, peeling caps too

'Cause you niggas know I'm coming at you

I guess that's part of the game, but I feel for the nigga

Who think he just gonna come

And change 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 nigga maxing at the top

I hope you get his ass 'fore he drop

Kingpin kicking back while his workers slang his rocks

Coming up like a fat rat

Big money, big cars, big bodyguards on his back

So it's difficult 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 him know that I'm looking for a big fat dope sack

With ends to spend, so let's rush it

If you want to handle it tonight, we'll discuss it

On a nigga's time, and a nigga's place

Take my strap just in case one of his boys recognize my face

'Cause he's a sheisty 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 a undercover cop

Yeah, and you don't stop

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

Creep with me as I crawl through the hood

Maniac, lunatic, call him Snoop Eastwood

Kicking dust as I bust, fuck peace

And the motherfucking punk 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 yo ass on a mission with the boys in blue

Dre! (What up, Snoop?) Yo, I got the feeling

Tonight's the night, like Betty Wright, and I'm chilling

Killing, feeling no remorse

Yeah, so let's go straight to the motherfucking source

And see what we can find

Crooked-ass cops that be getting niggas a gang of time

And now they wanna make a deal with me

Scoop me up and put me on their team and chill with me

And make my pockets bigger

They want to meet with me tonight at seven o'clock

So, what's up, nigga?

What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)

I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my motherfucking twenty-two

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

If we stick 'em, then we struck 'em, so fuck 'em!

("I can feel it!")

Yeah, and you don't stop

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

Yeah, and you don't stop

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

Six-four-five was the time on the clock

When me and my homie belled in the parking lot

The scene looked strange and it felt like a setup

Better not be, 'cause if it is, they're getting lit up!

Oh, here they come from the back in their 'llacs

I'm checking for the gats they strap, so what's up, black?

Chill, let's hear the deal

If it ain't up to what you feel, then grab your steel

Right, so, what you motherfuckers gonna come at me with?

Hope you ain't wanting none of my grip

'Cause you can save that shit (Guess what they told me?)

"We give you 20 Gs if you snitch on your homie

We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush

Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us."

Hmm, 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 letting my gat pop, 'cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop!

Yeah, and you don't stop

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

Yeah, and you don't stop

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

Yeah, and you don't stop

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

Yeah, and you don't stop

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

Yeah, and you don't stop

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