415 - n***as Just Jock Me lyrics

[ 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** if you duck and try to miss one I come again with the pump shotgun A b**h tried to diss, excuse me, miss I'm D muthaf**in Loc, I don't give a sh** 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** One mo' s**er to bite the dust Now I'm on a gangster tip, straight ruthless Wanted by the police for k**in 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**as 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 b**h' See all the hoes lookin, it's time to get p**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 attitude 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** 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** about it Goin out like s**ers, stupid muthaf**as got dicks But they cry like b**hes or snitches Or 'Snitches & b**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**hes I'm not as big as you, so you think that you Can f** 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**in 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