187 Proof (Part II - Street)

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, man, shoot the motherfuckin' dice, man Put the money down then, nigga, what's up? Ayy, man, c'mon man, c'mon nigga It's on you, Spice, it's on you, Spice Uh, uh, ayy, ayy, six and eight, run it back Uh, uh, it's on Extra Large, shit Ayy, c'mon blood, let's do this shit, man Fuck this dice shit, man Yeah, do that [Verse 1: Spice 1] Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone You could tell that the East Bay was his home More mail than the rest of the pushers 'Cause he got a TEC-9 in the bushes And that's how his shit was handled First name Jack, last name Daniels Had two boys named E and J E had the nine and J the AK Clocked on a street called Hennessy Rivals with a motherfucker named Olde E E had a bitch and her name was Gin Had a nigga named Juice doin' time in the pen You couldn't tell that Gin was a bitch though 'Cause she was fuckin' some nigga named Cisco E and J knew tonight they'd come With two fat niggas named Bacardi and Rum They capped Jack's ho and the sight was scary The bitch was all bloody and her name was Mary Officer Martini wiped up the body And all fingers pointed at Rum and Bacardi E and J told Jack the whole tale So Jack tried to bail Juice out the jail But Olde E had the judge on a payroll clout So Jack shot the judge up and broke Juice out And everybody's talkin' 'bout Gin and Juice Juice shot Gin 'cause the bitch was loose Now E is shook thinkin', "They ain't gonna get me" I'll round up the posse and call up Mickey Mickey was big, he only sold eight balls Had ninety-nine niggas up against the wall E and J found out he made the call So E and J and Jack and Juice nined them all They were sent to the morgue and Mickey paid the bill Got the money from his bitch workin' Strawberry Hill Jack and Juice said Mickey wouldn't survive But Mickey was slick, he had a Colt 45 And now he's wonderin' how he got the word It was the neighborhood wino Thunderbird You wonder how the murder rap got so much juice It was 187 proof, check it out [Interlude] Aw, nigga, this what I got took for Pass that motherfuckin' Mickey's, mayne, I gotta perv Money gone, it's on you, Spice [Verse 2: Spice 1] Mickey sent St. Ides after Thunderbird Time for the hurricane, E said, "Word" Thunderbird in a alleyway wearin' a beanie Tryin' to get a sip from the cop Mr. Martini St. Ides screwed off Thunderbird's top Spilled his drink and gave a swig to the cop But it's too late, Martini knows it all Mickey and his boy Olde E were slingin' eight balls Of cocaine to the strawberries on the hill So when he asked for Juice he got a quick fill Mickey had his boy on Bourbon Block The motherfuckin' cop killer Mr. Peppermint Schnapps Mickey had this thing about nosy cops And it made Mr. Peppermint lose his top Martini off duty waitin' for the night train Didn't know his wife Champagne would ever see him again Peppermint Schnapps creepin' with the Colt 45 Gotta peel his cap 'fore the train arrives Gotta stay Löwenbräu, here comes the train "All aboard!" said the engineers Bartles and Jaymes There was a toot from the train and then a gun blast Martini fell on the ground, there was a big splash Mr. Schnapps got up because the cops chased him St. Ides and Mickey in a 'Vette ready in front of the station But you know Jack and Juice was undercover And Jack was mad because Mickey shot his lover There was big shootout and Mickey got juiced He couldn't hang with the 187 proof Juice is splattered and St. Ides had took a fall And then Indo smoked 'em all, check it out [Interlude] Ayo, Sleepy (What's up, Nut?) Why don't you pass one of them fat-ass East Bay tailors? Oh, man, you 'bout to get me high You 'bout to get me high, nigga [Verse 3: Spice 1] I once knew a nigga named Indo Weed Used to hang out with killas, slang Ice and Speed Had a little bitch named Mary Jane Who had a brother named Coke and he carried a cane Coke and Indo, two big macks Coke had a grenade and told Endo, "Catch" Doin' it just for fun best frinds don't gank You catch 'em kickin' it at the park a lot fuckin' with Dank Dank was real, just a hardcore nigga Shot his bitch up 'cause she drank all the liquor Seen him at the park drinkin' 40s last week Did a drive-by on some niggas in a Jeep He shot up Heroin and P.C.P.  Some niggas from a clique called L.S.D.  These niggas wasn't playin', they got straight to the point Shot up his mother's house, cold smoked the joint All he left was two brothers by the last name Doobie Two midget-ass gangsters both strapped, both moody One had the nine and the other had the four-five When they did a hit it took 'em both to drive Didn't use nothin' fast like a 'Vette or a Jag Did a drive-By in the motherfuckin' drop top Zig-Zag Coke and his sister Mary Jane On Marijuana block drinkin' 40s to the brain And wasn't trippin' off the gunshots 'Cause on Marijuana block no one calls the cops So smoke Dank, drink Thunderbird, Gin and Juice Now, that's 187 Proof, check it out [Outro] Oh, man, this motherfucker, somethin' done got me high now Ayy, nigga, don't take your money, though, I'm takin' your money I'ma take the nigga money, nigga, what they hittin' for, nigga? Gimme all your money, player, motherfucker Check it out, in your ass, nigga, like Charmin Just pass me the drank Shut the fuck up, nigga Hey, man, let's get the fuck outta here, man Y'all broke motherfuckers Aw, nigga, suck my dick Aww, mayne Suck my motherfuckin' dick Get out, motherfuckers, shit