187 Dance Songtext
von C‐Bo
187 Dance Songtext
187 Don′t stop ('Cause it′s 187)
187 Don't stop ('Cause it′s 187)
Top down, sideways through the town
Suckers won′t funk 'cause I hit they block for the second round
Let′s hoo-ride and buck these suckers down quick
Poppin' the clips and skip down these fools strip
Straight to they sto′, breakin' they ass off somethin′ proper
The young G OGs pull up, sittin' on choppers
'Cause you know I can′t be slippin′ in the '94
So put up your Glock ′cause we be buckin' with them.44s
.45 Auto mag, 30-round clip fully max
P30, Mini-14, Desert Eagle,.50 cal. for gats
I guess I′m tired of gettin' crept on, stepped on
We load up the hollow explosive tylons when the sweat′s on
So put up your deuce 'cause I get deep
And you shoot for the one and the deuce
Dropped the top, hit the block, poppin' a Glock in hot pursuit
It′s just another G, fillin′ yo' bad ass up to the rim
Pop the clip in the MAC-10, hop out the drop and crack that grin
′Cause like Eiht, I'm in it to win it and plus I play for G
So make way, as I jam the barrel of my MAC to your front teeth
′Cause when you playin' with mine, you playin′ with your life
So don't be stumblin' your way, we fully strapped at your bedside
Chitty chitty bang bang, nothin′ but that Garden gang
Hoo-ride against 81 Records, get your face rearranged
′Cause on my block, 24/7, fools be poppin' they Glocks
Hittin′ the strip, poppin' the clip, puttin′ in work, lettin' it rip
As they keep ballin′, the day be spinnin' 'cause Gs be ballin′
No time for stallin′, a 30-round clip and the shots I'm callin′
'Cause in this game, we can live in a strange, aim for the brain
It′s all for one and one for all 'cause in the game, only one gains
Proceed with caution ′cause like hoes, suckers I be tossin'
Dead bodies on bridges, one to the head, then rolled out in ditches
Before you step to the psychopathic lunatic
Have your gat in your hand and ready for the 187 dance
187 Don't stop (′Cause it′s 187)
So listen up for the cock
187 Don't stop (′Cause it's 187)
So listen up for the cock
I woke in the morning with a 9 to my head
Thinkin′ that I'm dead, surprised to see the task and the damn feds
I knew it was over, but 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 YA
Now I′m on my way to the penitentiary for a yola case"
Damn, I'm struck like the ho, so that′s all I can say
'Cause I′ll be countin' down to 20 years every 365 days
In the game, when you stuck, you stuck, up the river with bad luck
Where suckers be gettin′ they ass stuck
It's off the tier, get fucked in the butt
And I believe in 8 million ways to die
'Cause if you Black and believe in gettin′
Lit, then you believe in gettin′ fried
Snatched from the floor by Officer Townsend and his dog boys
Got crack in my pocket, 17-hundred, and K-9s got me 'noid
But I play calm, Bo-Loc got that G composure
Last night, set up for 10, hold up for 20 games, still got me doja
And I′m thinkin', "Is this the dank game nightmare?"
Shotguns and Glocks, and I can see the siren lights glare
Then out the door, on my face
Hands cuffed, tied up behind my back
And they still doin′ me like a slave
Can't fight back ′cause 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's and stuff got hectic
Gettin′ triple teamed by three punk white detectives
I′m coughin' up blood, holdin′ on my ribs
For every hit, I'm thinkin′ about killin' all they kids
One kicked and missed, slipped in my blood
I made a G move, Samoan headbutt
Went for his holster, intend to get my blast on
I′d rather be dead than chained up, gettin' stomped on
187 Dance on these punk suckers
Try to take your boy out the game like a buster
Now they know what it's like gettin′ with a psycho
With the Garden Bloccs, it′s all about survival
187 Don't stop (′Cause it's 187)
So be prepared when it cock
187 Don′t stop ('Cause it′s 187)
Watch your back when it cock
187 Don't stop ('Cause it′s 187)
Don′t let me catch you on my block
187 Don't stop (′Cause it's 187)
Be prepared when it cock
187 Don′t stop ('Cause it′s 187)
Watch your back when it cock
187 Don't stop ('Cause it′s 187)
Top down, sideways through the town
Suckers won′t funk 'cause I hit they block for the second round
Let′s hoo-ride and buck these suckers down quick
Poppin' the clips and skip down these fools strip
Straight to they sto′, breakin' they ass off somethin′ proper
The young G OGs pull up, sittin' on choppers
'Cause you know I can′t be slippin′ in the '94
So put up your Glock ′cause we be buckin' with them.44s
.45 Auto mag, 30-round clip fully max
P30, Mini-14, Desert Eagle,.50 cal. for gats
I guess I′m tired of gettin' crept on, stepped on
We load up the hollow explosive tylons when the sweat′s on
So put up your deuce 'cause I get deep
And you shoot for the one and the deuce
Dropped the top, hit the block, poppin' a Glock in hot pursuit
It′s just another G, fillin′ yo' bad ass up to the rim
Pop the clip in the MAC-10, hop out the drop and crack that grin
′Cause like Eiht, I'm in it to win it and plus I play for G
So make way, as I jam the barrel of my MAC to your front teeth
′Cause when you playin' with mine, you playin′ with your life
So don't be stumblin' your way, we fully strapped at your bedside
Chitty chitty bang bang, nothin′ but that Garden gang
Hoo-ride against 81 Records, get your face rearranged
′Cause on my block, 24/7, fools be poppin' they Glocks
Hittin′ the strip, poppin' the clip, puttin′ in work, lettin' it rip
As they keep ballin′, the day be spinnin' 'cause Gs be ballin′
No time for stallin′, a 30-round clip and the shots I'm callin′
'Cause in this game, we can live in a strange, aim for the brain
It′s all for one and one for all 'cause in the game, only one gains
Proceed with caution ′cause like hoes, suckers I be tossin'
Dead bodies on bridges, one to the head, then rolled out in ditches
Before you step to the psychopathic lunatic
Have your gat in your hand and ready for the 187 dance
187 Don't stop (′Cause it′s 187)
So listen up for the cock
187 Don't stop (′Cause it's 187)
So listen up for the cock
I woke in the morning with a 9 to my head
Thinkin′ that I'm dead, surprised to see the task and the damn feds
I knew it was over, but 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 YA
Now I′m on my way to the penitentiary for a yola case"
Damn, I'm struck like the ho, so that′s all I can say
'Cause I′ll be countin' down to 20 years every 365 days
In the game, when you stuck, you stuck, up the river with bad luck
Where suckers be gettin′ they ass stuck
It's off the tier, get fucked in the butt
And I believe in 8 million ways to die
'Cause if you Black and believe in gettin′
Lit, then you believe in gettin′ fried
Snatched from the floor by Officer Townsend and his dog boys
Got crack in my pocket, 17-hundred, and K-9s got me 'noid
But I play calm, Bo-Loc got that G composure
Last night, set up for 10, hold up for 20 games, still got me doja
And I′m thinkin', "Is this the dank game nightmare?"
Shotguns and Glocks, and I can see the siren lights glare
Then out the door, on my face
Hands cuffed, tied up behind my back
And they still doin′ me like a slave
Can't fight back ′cause 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's and stuff got hectic
Gettin′ triple teamed by three punk white detectives
I′m coughin' up blood, holdin′ on my ribs
For every hit, I'm thinkin′ about killin' all they kids
One kicked and missed, slipped in my blood
I made a G move, Samoan headbutt
Went for his holster, intend to get my blast on
I′d rather be dead than chained up, gettin' stomped on
187 Dance on these punk suckers
Try to take your boy out the game like a buster
Now they know what it's like gettin′ with a psycho
With the Garden Bloccs, it′s all about survival
187 Don't stop (′Cause it's 187)
So be prepared when it cock
187 Don′t stop ('Cause it′s 187)
Watch your back when it cock
187 Don't stop ('Cause it′s 187)
Don′t let me catch you on my block
187 Don't stop (′Cause it's 187)
Be prepared when it cock
187 Don′t stop ('Cause it′s 187)
Watch your back when it cock
Writer(s): Shawn Thomas, Daryl L. Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
