Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 187 Proof, artist - AP-9.
Date of issue: 15.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
187 Proof |
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 Ol' 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 Ol' E had the judge on a payroll clout |
So Jack shot the judge up and broke Juice out |
Now 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 99 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 the 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! |
Mickey sent St. Ides after Thunderbird |
Time for the hurricane, E said word |
Thunderbird in an alley way 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 Ol' 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 murderous 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 Lowenbrau 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 Endo smoked 'em all |
Check it out! |