187 Proof

Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone

You can tell that the East Bay was his home

More mail than the rest of the pushers

Cause he's 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 the mother fucker named Ol' E

E had a bitch and her name was Gin

Had a **** named Juice doin' time in the pen

You couldn't tell that Gin was a bitch though

'Cause she was fuckin' some **** named Cisco

E and J knew tonight they'd come

With two fat **** 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 the 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 the payroll clout

So Jack shot the judge up and rolled Juice out

And everybody's talking about 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 8 balls

Had ninety-nine **** up against the wall

E and J found out he made the call

So E and J and Jack and Juice nined 'em 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

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Mickey sent Saint Ides after Thunderbird

Time for the hurricane, he said word

Thunderbird in an alley waitin', wearin' a beanie

Tryin' to get a sip from the cop, Mister Martini

Saint Ides screwed off Thunderbird's top

Spilled his drank and gave a swig to the cop

But it's too late Martini knows it all

Mickey and his boy Ol' E were slangin' 8 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, Mister Peppermint Schnapps

Mickey had this thing about nosey cops

And it made Mister 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 low in Broward

Here comes the train

All the boys 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

Mister Schnapps got up because the cops chased him

Saint Ides and Mickey in a 'Vette, ready at the front of the station

But you know Jack and Juice was undercover

And Jack was mad because Mickey shot his lover

There was a big shootout and Mickey got juiced

He couldn't hang with the 187 proof

Juice was splattered and Saint Ides had took a fall

And then Endo smoked 'em up

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