Jay-Z - Jockin' Jay-Z (Dope Boy Fresh) Lyrics

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I see you jockin' Jay-z cause he got a Mercedes and you know about his ladies

I see you Jockin' Jay-Z Jockin' Jay-Z
Jockin' Jay-Z Jockin' Jay-Z
Jockin' Jay-Z Jockin' Jay-Z
Jockin' Jay-Z Jockin' Jay-Z
I'm so dopeboy fresh
I see you Jockin' Jay-Z Jockin' Jay-Z
Jockin' Jay-Z Jockin' Jay-Z
Jockin' Jay-Z Jockin' Jay-Z
Jockin' Jay-Z Jockin' Jay-Z
I'm so dopeboy fresh

(Verse)

Who's house? hov, no doubt
Bout the only rapper still gettin money in the drought
I moves out in the global, I'm a mogul
50, 000 feet in the air and I'm still on my mobile
Fuck talking bout the recession it's depressin'
I rock ith obama but I'm not a politician
And I chill with the thugs and the gangsters thoo
I ain't a blood but I'm warring with the boys in blue
Crooked officer, crooekd officer
Why you wanna see me in a coffin sir
Is it against the law the way 'm flossin sir
Benzes rolls royces and porschesm, ughhh
Hater's like "hov why you still talkin' money shit? "
... cause I like money, bitch
I like fly shit, you like gossip
I let you do you, why you ridin' my tip?

That bloke from Oasis said I couldn't play guitar
Somebody shoulda told him I'm a f**kin' rock star
Today is gonna be the day that I'm gonna throw it back to you
I'm livin' life as a rocker I'm like pimp c, potna
Comin' down in mercedes peelin off on the boppers
Worldwide show I'm comin' down in a chopper
180 thou, screamin' Hov with the Roc up
It's too easy, I got ladies on soldiers showing me their chi-chis (?)

I mee honey at the show last year
And now I'm acting brand new like a world premiere
Yeah I know life ain't fair
But chill babygirl, my girl is here
I got models in the moshpit
Dancin' off beat but they know the words to my shit

You ain't gotta jock jay-z jock fly shit
You ain't gotta jock me, homey jock my chick
Jock her (? ) she body you with the fit
No that's not pilates, her body just thick
You ain't gotta jock her, n***a jock my clique
Jock the dope boys cause we all toss bricks
Federale's jock while I'm crossin' the bridge
Click click, take a portrait of this
I ain't no pretty boy, I got a gorgeous wrist
Cut handsome checks and my flow's pretty sick
I'm so ghetto chic
I'm where the hood and high fashion meet
Ooh-wee, I'm like the camouflage (? )
How you n***as want it, the tux or the toolie
Haters I ain't mad at you
If I wasn't me I'd probably jock me too

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