[ 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