Niggas Just Jock Me

[ 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 fuck 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 muthafuckin 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 fuck

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

Muthafuckas 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 pussy

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 fuck

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 muthafuckas 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 fuck 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 fuckin 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