Текст песни 415 - Niggas Just Jock Me
415 - Niggas Just Jock Me слова песни
[ VERSE 1: D-Loc ]Niggas just jock me, they try to clock meI ain`t havin that cause I`m the L to the o, the cI`m not weak or soft like a geekI`m a mack to the world as if I was GoldieBrothers need to know exactly where I`m comin fromI knock a nigga out the box like a championWon`t give a fuck if you duck and try to miss oneI come again with the pump shotgunA bitch tried to diss, excuse me, missI`m D muthafuckin Loc, I don`t give a shitAbout yo nigga, I pull the trigger on his assSpit on the punk, then laughYo, another day, another nigga, what the fuckOne mo` sucker to bite the dustNow I`m on a gangster tip, straight ruthlessWanted by the police for killin up a trooperYou gotta catch me to arrest meCause yo, I hold a grudge on a nigga with a billy clubI`ma die hard, that`s my jobTo straighten out niggas that try to get what I gotThey don`t understand what I`m sayin, manMister police, niggas just jock me[ VERSE 2: D-Loc ]Deion`s the name that was given to meBut I`m D-Loc when I chill with the posseShow respect to a brother that`s a mackAnd if you don`t, me and the homies`ll just rat packMuthafuckas know Loc is on a rampageYou better duck when I bust my 12-guageI might move on a fool with a small gatLounge in the cut, catch him slippin, then jackNow I just came up like a geniusFat Benzo with vogues and zenithsHit the strip, slammin `Groupie Ass Bitch`See all the hoes lookin, it`s time to get pussyHey cutie, you right thereTell your friend behind you to come over hereAnd get with a real man, stop playin with a punkOnly chumps drive mini trucksYou got a feelin, boy? Don`t sleepYou feel like a frog? Then leapHah, step to me if you want toBut be sure that you got a attitudeAnd a Uzi to back youNiggas don`t trip when I shoot giftMister police, niggas just jock me[ VERSE 3: D-Loc ]I`m from the Oakland streets, there`s no peaceThe 415 don`t jive, we take lives, see?You might think you can get with meBut Daryl`s in the back with a sub-machineNiggas get offended when I play thisBut you gotta give me credit cause I`m so dedicatedI don`t front, this is from the heart, punkHe that disagrees, D-Loc will just stompThat`s the routine, I don`t give a fuckNiggas jock, cause that`s the name of this cutSo I expect that from young comradesThey get mad but they can`t do shit about itGoin out like suckers, stupid muthafuckas got dicksBut they cry like bitches or snitchesOr `Snitches & Bitches`, yoYou know the solo, Richie Rich kicked itBut they don`t really get what we`re sayin, RichMister police, niggas just jock me[ VERSE 4: D-Loc ]Duck, you pigeon, peckin like a chickenSnakin on a brother cause I`m doggin yo bitchesI`m not as big as you, so you think that youCan fuck over me, but you`re wack cause I`m strappedI always pack a nine, you know5`7", a one-man RamboIf I can`t handle, in other words a double teamI step off, then step back with a posseWhat comes next, a one-round beatdownTo the street ???? in the OaktownWho called the police? Must be punksThe same young bucks that was fuckin with usCowards don`t live long, you gotta be strongIf you wanna be in the game and wrongNow I`m on a mission, sippin Olde EnglishFeelin tipsy cause my head is kinda spinninBut I ain`t towed down yet, just waitI`m finna act a fool when I hit the dankSo you better step off when I`m comin through, bossAnd watch your back before you take a lossBut niggas don`t trip when I shoot giftMister police, niggas just jock me