415
Niggas Just Jock Me
[Verse 1: D-Loc]
N***as just jock me, they try to clock me
I ain't havin' that 'cause I'm the L to the o, the c
I'm not weak or soft like a geek
I'm a mack to the world as if I was Goldie
Brothers need to know exactly where I'm comin' from
I knock a n***a out the box like a champion
Won't give a f**k if you duck and try to miss one
I come again with the pump shotgun
A b*t*h tried to diss, excuse me, miss
I'm D muthaf**kin' Loc, I don't give a sh*t
About yo n***a, I pull the trigger on his a**
Spit on the punk, then laugh
Yo, another day, another n***a, what the f**k
One mo' sucker to bite the dust
Now I'm on a gangster tip, straight ruthless
Wanted by the police for killin' up a trooper
You gotta catch me to arrest me
'Cause yo, I hold a grudge on a n***a with a billy club
I'ma die hard, that's my job
To straighten out n***as that try to get what I got
They don't understand what I'm sayin', man
Mister police, n***as just jock me

[Verse 2: D-Loc]
Deion's the name that was given to me
But I'm D-Loc when I chill with the posse
Show respect to a brother that's a mack
And if you don't, me and the homies'll just rat pack
Muthaf**kas know Loc is on a rampage
You better duck when I bust my 12-gauge
I might move on a fool with a small gat
Lounge in the cut, catch him slippin', then jack
Now I just came up like a genius
Fat Benzo with vogues and zeniths
Hit the strip, slammin' 'Groupie A** B*t*h'
See all the hoes lookin', it's time to get pu**y
Hey cutie, you right there
Tell your friend behind you to come over here
And get with a real man, stop playin' with a punk
Only chumps drive mini trucks
You got a feelin', boy? Don't sleep
You feel like a frog? Then leap
Hah, step to me if you want to
But be sure that you got a att**ude
And a Uzi to back you
N***as don't trip when I shoot gift
Mister police, n***as just jock me
[Verse 3: D-Loc]
I'm from the Oakland streets, there's no peace
The 415 don't jive, we take lives, see?
You might think you can get with me
But Daryl's in the back with a sub-machine
N***as get offended when I play this
But you gotta give me credit cause I'm so dedicated
I don't front, this is from the heart, punk
He that disagrees, D-Loc will just stomp
That's the routine, I don't give a f**k
N***as jock, 'cause that's the name of this cut
So I expect that from young comrades
They get mad but they can't do sh*t about it
Goin' out like suckers, stupid muthaf**kas got d**ks
But they cry like b*t*hes or snitches
Or 'Snitches & B*t*hes', yo
You know the solo, Richie Rich kicked it
But they don't really get what we're sayin', Rich
Mister police, n***as just jock me

[Verse 4: D-Loc]
Duck, you pigeon, peckin' like a chicken
Snakin' on a brother 'cause I'm doggin' yo b*t*hes
I'm not as big as you, so you think that you
Can f**k over me, but you're wack 'cause I'm strapped
I always pack a nine, you know
5'7", a one-man Rambo
If I can't handle, in other words a double team
I step off, then step back with a posse
What comes next, a one-round beatdown
To the street ???? in the Oaktown
Who called the police? Must be punks
The same young bucks that was f**kin' with us
Cowards don't live long, you gotta be strong
If you wanna be in the game and wrong
Now I'm on a mission, sippin' Olde English
Feelin' tipsy 'cause my head is kinda spinnin'
But I ain't towed down yet, just wait
I'm finna act a fool when I hit the dank
So you better step off when I'm comin' through, boss
And watch your back before you take a loss
But n***as don't trip when I shoot gift
Mister police, n***as just jock me