Deep Cover

Hit this motherfucker G
No, naw man, I can't fuck with that
Aww, 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
Let your niggas know I'm comin' at you
I guess that's part of the game
But I feel for the nigga who think he just gon' 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 motherfuckin' 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 they team and chill with me

And make my pockets bigger
They wanna 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 motherfuckin' .22
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

6:45 was the time on the clock
When me and my homie bailed in the parking lot
The scene looked strange, and it felt like a set up
(Bet' not be, 'cause if it is, they getting lit up)
Oh, here they come from the back in they 'Lacs
I'm checking for the Gats, they strapped, 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 gon' 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'll give you 20 G's 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"

"Hmmm, let me think about it"
Turned my back and grabbed my gat
And guess what I told him 'fore 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
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-



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Writer(s): Andre Young, Colin Wolfe, Cordozar Broadus
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