187 Dance

"187 don't stop"

"Cuz it's 187"

"187 don't stop"

"Cuz it's 187"

Top down side ways through the town

Suckas want fo' cuz I hit they block for a second round

Lets who ride and buck these suckas down quick

Pop in the clips and skips down these fool's strip

Straight to they sto' breakin they a** off something proper

The gun G-O-D's pulled up sitting on choppers

Cuz you know I can't be slippin in the '94

So put up a glock cuz we be buckin with them 4 4's

45 Auto Mag 30 round clip Fully Mag

P-30 mini-14 Desert Eagle 55 Braggets

I guess I'm tired of getting crept on stepped on

We load the high explosives talons when the sweats on

So put up your duke as I get deeper you shoot for the one in the deuce

Drop the top of the block poppin the glide I pursue

It's just another g fillin yo bad a** up to the rim

Pop the clip with a mack-10

Hop out the truck and drop that grin

Cuz like A I'm in it to win it and plus paper G

So make way Mack at ya front teeth

Cuz when you playing with mines you playin with yo life

So don't be starting

You wake with fullies strapped at your bed side

Chiddy-chiddy bang bang nothing but that Garden game

Who ride and old records Get your face re-arranged

Cuz on my block 24-7 fools be poppin they glocks

In the strip poppin they clip

Puttin in work letting it rip

As they keep fallin

The day we spend it cuz g's be keep ballin

No time for stallin

A 30 round clip and the shots I'm callin

Cuz in this game when you livin it strange aim for the brain

It's all for one and one for all cuz in the game only one gangst'

Proceed with caution

Uz like hoe suckas I be tossin

Dead bodies are bridges

One to the head then broke out in ditches

Before you step to the psycopath lunatic

H ave yo gat in yo hand and ready for the 187 dance

"187 don't stop"

"Cuz it's 187"

So listen up for the cock

"187 don't stop"

"Cuz it's 187"

So listen up for the cock

I woke in the morning with a 9 to my head

Thinking that I'm dead

Surprised to see the TAS and the damn feds

I knew it was over

Bo Loc done got struck in the game

Po-po's got me face down on the bed by a big bag of 'caine

And I'm thinkin in my head 'I just left Y A '

Now on my way to the penitentiary for a yola case

Damn I'm struck like the that's all I can say

Cuz I be countin down from 20 years every 365 days

In the game when you stuck you stuck up the river with bad luck

Where suckas be getting that a** tucked

It's off the and off the buck

And I believe in eight millions of ways to die

Cuz if you Black and believe in gettin licked

Then you believe in getting fried

Snatched from floor by officer Town's and one of his punk boys

Got crack in my pockets 1700 the canines got me 'noid

But I play dumb Bo Loc got that decomposure

Last night settled for ten hold up for 20 game still got me doja

And I'm thinkin 'this just a dank game nightmare'

Shotguns and glocks and I can see the siren lights

Then out the do' on my - face

Hands cuffed tightly behind my back and they still doin me like a slave

Cant fight back cuz I'm shackled

From my wrist to my ankles and now these pigs wanna wrestle

They drug me down to the county

Took three Gs out my pocket and beat me down to the ground

G the stuff got hectic

Getting triple-teamed by three punk white detectives

Im coughing up blood holdin on my ribs

For every hit I'm thinkin bout killin all they kids

One kicked and missed slipped in my blood

I made a G-move

So Went for his holster itchin to get my blast on

I'd rather be dead than tanked up gettin stomped on

187 dance on these punk suckas

Try to take ya boy out the game like a busta

Now they know what it's like gettin with a psycho

"187 don't stop"

"Cuz it's 187"

So be prepared with a cop

"187 don't stop"

"Cuz it's 187"

Watch ya back when it cock

"187 don't stop"

"Cuz it's 187"

So let me catch ya on my block

"187 don't stop"

"Cuz it's 187"

Be prepared with a cop