187 Dance Lyrics
| Song | 187 Dance |
| Artist | C-BO |
| Album | Tales From The Crypt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : C BO | |
| [Dr. Dre] "187 don't stop" | |
| [Snoop Dogg] "Cuz it's 187" | |
| [Dr. Dre] "187 don't stop" | |
| [Snoop Dogg] "Cuz it's 187" | |
| [Verse 1: C-Bo] | |
| 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 ass 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 ass 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! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Dr. Dre] "187 don't stop" | |
| [Snoop Dogg] "Cuz it's 187" | |
| [C-Bo:] So listen up for the cock | |
| [gun cocked] | |
| [Dr. Dre] "187 don't stop" | |
| [Snoop Dogg] "Cuz it's 187" | |
| [gun cocked] | |
| [C-Bo:] So listen up for the cock | |
| [Verse 2: C-Bo] | |
| 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 ass 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 | |
| With the Garden Blocks it's all about survival [echoe] | |
| [Outro] | |
| [Dr. Dre] "187 don't stop", | |
| [Snoop Dogg] "Cuz it's 187" | |
| [gun cocked] [C-Bo] So be prepared with a cop | |
| [Dr. Dre] "187 don't stop", | |
| [Snoop Dogg] "Cuz it's 187" | |
| [gun cocked] [C-Bo] Watch ya back when it cock | |
| [Dr. Dre] "187 don't stop", | |
| [Snoop Dogg] "Cuz it's 187" | |
| [gun cocked] [C-Bo] So let me catch ya on my block | |
| [Dr. Dre] "187 don't stop", | |
| [Snoop Dogg] "Cuz it's 187" | |
| [gun cocked] [C-Bo] Be prepared with a cop | |
| [repeat Outro to fade] |
| zuo ci : C BO | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop" | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop" | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| Verse 1: CBo | |
| 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 ass off something proper | |
| The gun GOD' 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 | |
| P30, mini14. Desert Eagle, 55 Braggets | |
| I guess I' m tired of getting crept on, stepped on | |
| We load the high explosives talons when the nbsp? 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 ass up to the rim | |
| Pop the clip with a mack10 | |
| Hop out the truck and drop that grin | |
| Cuz like A, I' m in it to win it and plus nbsp? paper G | |
| So make way, nbsp?? 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 | |
| Chiddychiddy bang bang, nothing but that Garden game | |
| Who ride, and nbsp? old records. Get your face rearranged | |
| Cuz on my block, 247 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! | |
| Chorus | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop" | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| CBo: So listen up for the cock | |
| gun cocked | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop" | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| gun cocked | |
| CBo: So listen up for the cock | |
| Verse 2: CBo | |
| 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 | |
| Popo' 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 nbsp? 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 ass tucked | |
| It' s off the nbsp? 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 tripleteamed 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 Gmove | |
| So nbsp??? 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 | |
| With the Garden Blocks it' s all about survival echoe | |
| Outro | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop", | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| gun cocked CBo So be prepared with a cop | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop", | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| gun cocked CBo Watch ya back when it cock | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop", | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| gun cocked CBo So let me catch ya on my block | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop", | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| gun cocked CBo Be prepared with a cop | |
| repeat Outro to fade |
| zuò cí : C BO | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop" | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop" | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| Verse 1: CBo | |
| 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 ass off something proper | |
| The gun GOD' 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 | |
| P30, mini14. Desert Eagle, 55 Braggets | |
| I guess I' m tired of getting crept on, stepped on | |
| We load the high explosives talons when the nbsp? 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 ass up to the rim | |
| Pop the clip with a mack10 | |
| Hop out the truck and drop that grin | |
| Cuz like A, I' m in it to win it and plus nbsp? paper G | |
| So make way, nbsp?? 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 | |
| Chiddychiddy bang bang, nothing but that Garden game | |
| Who ride, and nbsp? old records. Get your face rearranged | |
| Cuz on my block, 247 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! | |
| Chorus | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop" | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| CBo: So listen up for the cock | |
| gun cocked | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop" | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| gun cocked | |
| CBo: So listen up for the cock | |
| Verse 2: CBo | |
| 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 | |
| Popo' 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 nbsp? 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 ass tucked | |
| It' s off the nbsp? 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 tripleteamed 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 Gmove | |
| So nbsp??? 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 | |
| With the Garden Blocks it' s all about survival echoe | |
| Outro | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop", | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| gun cocked CBo So be prepared with a cop | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop", | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| gun cocked CBo Watch ya back when it cock | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop", | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| gun cocked CBo So let me catch ya on my block | |
| Dr. Dre " 187 don' t stop", | |
| Snoop Dogg " Cuz it' s 187" | |
| gun cocked CBo Be prepared with a cop | |
| repeat Outro to fade |
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