Snoop Dogg, The Lady of Rage - 187 (It’s On) lyrics

Lay low, hold your gat and watch yourself
Stay composed
My free throws from those motherfuckers
Who be shit up all they wanna do is show
Another nigga lit up
Hit up names of the homies who rest in peace
You got the stars on with flag
And your khakis probably green
Mobbing up the fight
Or should I say: "Rollin' through
The park one day" sippin' on the bad
And the motherfuckin' cops raised my house
Shot my baby brother
They say he was strapped
But they never found the strap
My brother is gone, but the punk cop is fat
Servin' around the neighborhood
Constantly jackin'
Young niggas is flippin' and trippin'
Cool, but I'm packin'
Stackin' G's, now I'm on the comeback spree


But I need to get the
Motherfuckеr down with me
(yeah) So that's what I did, G
Got my homie Dr drе and my girl R-A-G-E
Now, the community is shocked
Cause of a one-eight-seven on a punkass

And It's on (and it's on)
And It's on (and it's on) so close
As an Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And It's on (and it's on)
And It's on (and it's on) so close
As an Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome

In my clip
With my 9, and my nigga by my side
When I'm on the shotgun, it's time for the
Got back to the homicide

Yo, but I'm not that punkass bitch

Yeah, but the niggas going slow
(Huh) Tryin' to take my man out the back
And get somethin' proper, yeah, I drop
Treat him like the pig that he is, yeah
I stop 'em stop 'em, right in their tracks
But let me go back

Enough to fade 'em all
So I make a quick phone call
Lemme holla at the Doggy Dogg (what up)
I got the and some shit
You need to hear about (uh huh)
I see the police sittin' right in
Front of your fuckin' house (what)
And while you trippin' and you don't
Even know what's going on
So grab your gat and step inside
And get your blast on

And It's on (and it's on)
And It's on (and it's on) so close
As an Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And It's on (and it's on)
And It's on (and it's on) so close
As an Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome

I can't, my eyes on this shit unfoldin'
Ain't gon' be no trippin' cause they the
Type of shit that I am holdin'

To the motherfuckin' undercover cop
Gotta go, gotta go in my lap and my strap
Hold up
I hear some nigga creepin' around the back
Is it
If not, they better have a motherfuckin' AK
With a to back 'em up
Cause I'm comin' out fuckin' motherfuckers
And I give a fuck
They kickin' the door, bustin' caps
Bustin' back
Shot eight times, I only got one cap
Now I'm shorter than a midget in quicksand
Where my motherfuckin' homies at (goddamn)
Here they come, here they here they come
Come

Shootin' it out, with the cops
The pops won't stop
Until every crooked cop blocks
See, that's how it is when you're on the road
Shoot the y'all know the rest of the song
If you trip with me, you one of my homies
'Fore you get blasted on

And It's on (and it's on)
And It's on (and it's on) so close
As an Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And It's on (and it's on)
And It's on (and it's on) so close
As an Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And It's on (and it's on)
And It's on (and it's on) so close
As an Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And It's on (and it's on)
And It's on (and it's on) so close
As an Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And It's on (and it's on)
And It's on (and it's on) so close
As an Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And It's on (and it's on)
And It's on (and it's on) so close
As an Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome