187 Proof (Part II - Street)

[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