[ 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 g
Miss Ghost lyrics

(Don Henley/Stan Lynch/Jai Winding)

On a misbegotten, moonless night
I stumbled in my door
Disgusted with my circumstance
Soaked to every pore
When floating from my bedroom
Came a moaning and a sigh
?Oh, I've had one too many
It's just the wind,? says I

I lit up a cigarette
And I poured a good, stiff drink
You see, I needed to compose myself
I needed time to think
No sooner had I settled down
The moaning cam
ot
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 Uz
Breathe lyrics

Every breath that I take
You're the reason I can't live without it
I know for sure
I'm addicted to you
Like a drug and there's no doubt about it
I need some more

Cause the way that I feel about you
Is making me lose control
I want it all

Anywhere you go
Baby I'll follow
I will find you wherever you
Anytime or place
In a million ways
I need you like every breath I take
And
 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 pige
Rough Justice lyrics

Your criminal eyes, that see straight through
 We criminalise - your kind of voodoo
 Make me sell my soul for the easy life
 Sell my mother, trade in my wife
 Rough justice - alright - rough justice on the streets tonight
 Rough justice - we're the chosen few
 If you want to scream, if you want to fight
 Better take it to the man with the big house - in white
 It's rough justice
 Your bleeding heart got a hold
on, 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