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Deep Cover Lyrics - Artist : Dr. Dre
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 |
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