Translation: Biffy Clyro. 415ths.
Translation: Magic. 415.
415 [CHORUS] The 4, the 1, the 5 [Bootsy Collins:] (So much mellow mellow at the) The 4, the 1, the 5 [VERSE 2: Richie Rich] Now see, the 415 is a district
The DJ Daryl who cuts so sweet Fuck the bullshit, the man makes beats The Jigga, the gee, the J, the E, the D My road dog, the man Slick Money 415 complete
watchin girls all plex Niggas get to trippin cause I work Rolex I gives a fuck about a nigga and a punk-ass bitch I'm with the 415, my name is Young
the next life Vogues kinda smokin but Zeniths still tight I'm at the side show, parlayin and playin Music on hit, head straight swayin To the sounds of the 415
[Richie Rich] Yo man, what we gon' talk about next? Man, you know what? I think we should talk about these groupie-ass bitches You know what I'm sayin
[JED] Nigga what's up What? What's yo muthafuckin problem? - Better than sayin jack They let me go Yo muthafucka, I don't wanna hear that weak shit -
and material shit It's like this, baby girl, you better survive And quit talkin shit about the 415 So take that, Miss Nic Nac You ain't held 415 bac
[DJ Daryl cuts up:] (Punk police) (they can't get none) [D-Loc] D-Loc's the name, I got a thang against police Nigga, I'm straight from the streets
this Posse ain't jokin, reverse lights backin Van doors open and hustlers stackin Way too much money for a couple of youths Put together tight by a villain on the loose 415
clockin Hoes ( ? ) and started jockin Just like Loc said, who gives a fuck 415 in your face, you better duck Cause Loc's got my back and I know that he's packin 415
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
