415 Niggas Just Jock Me Lyrics

[ VERSE 1: D-Loc ]
Niggas 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 nigga out the box like a champion
Won't give a f*ck if you duck and try to miss one
I come again with the pump shotgun
A bitch tried to diss, excuse me, miss
I'm D muthaf*ckin Loc, I don't give a shit
About yo nigga, I pull the trigger on his ass
Spit on the punk, then laugh
Yo, another day, another nigga, what the f*ck
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 nigga with a billy club
I'ma die hard, that's my job
To straighten out niggas that try to get what I got
They don't understand what I'm sayin, man
Mister police, niggas 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*ckas know Loc is on a rampage
You better duck when I bust my 12-guage
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 Ass Bitch'
See all the hoes lookin, it's time to get p*ssy
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 attitude
And a Uzi to back you
Niggas don't trip when I shoot gift Mister police, niggas 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
Niggas 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*ck
Niggas jock, cause that's the name of this cut
So I expect that from young comrades
They get mad but they can't do shit about it
Goin out like suckers, stupid muthaf*ckas got dicks
But they cry like bitches or snitches
Or 'Snitches & Bitches', yo
You know the solo, Richie Rich kicked it
But they don't really get what we're sayin, Rich
Mister police, niggas just jock me

[ VERSE 4: D-Loc ]
Duck, you pigeon, peckin like a chicken
Snakin on a brother cause I'm doggin yo bitches
I'm not as big as you, so you think that you
Can f*ck 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*ckin 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 niggas don't trip when I shoot gift
Mister police, niggas just jock me