Deep Cover

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