Jay Z - Jocking Jay Z Lyrics [Dope Boy Fresh]

Jay Z - Jocking Jay Z [Dope Boy Fresh][lyrics]

[Intro]
I seen you jockin Jay-Z cause he got a Mercedes
and you know about his ladies…

[Run-DMC hook - chorus] repeats x3
I see you jocking Jay Z, jocking Jay Z, jocking jocking jocking Jay Z. jocking Jay Z [yeah]
jocking jocking jocking Jay Z, jocking Jay Z, YEAH jocking jocking jocking Jay Z, jocking jocking jocking Jay Z [yeah] I'm so dope boy fresh

Whose house? Hov no doubt
Bout the only rapper still getting money in the drought
I move south in the global I’m immobile
50 thousand feet in the air and I’m still on my mobile
Fuck talking bout the recession, the shits depressing
I rock with Obama but I ain’t a politician
And I chill with the thugs and the gangsters too
I ain’t a blood but in war with the boys in blue
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Why you wanna see me in a coffin sir?
Is it against the law the way I’m flossin’ sir?
Benzes, Rolls-Royces and Porches, ugh
Haters like Hov why you still talking money shit? -
Cuz I like money bitch!
I like fly shit you like gossip
I let you do you why you riding my ship?

[Run-DMC hook - chorus]

That bloke from Oasis said I couldn’t play guitar
Somebody shoulda told him I’m a fucking rock star
Today is the gonna be the day
That I’m gonna throw it back to you
I’m living life as a rocka I’m like Pimp C partna
Coming down in Mercedes peelin off on the boppers
Worldwide so I’m coming down in the chopper
180,000 screaming Hov with the Roc up
Its too easy
I got ladies on shoulders showing me they chee chees
I met honey at the show last year
And now I’m acting brand new like a world premiere [world premiere]
Yeah I know life ain’t fair
But chill baby girl, my girl is here
I got models in the mosh pit
Dancing off-beat but they know the words to my shit

[Run-DMC hook - chorus]

You ain’t gotta jock Jay-Z, jock fly shit
You ain’t gotta jock me homie jock my chick
Jock her senati she body you with the 5th
No that’s not pilates her body’s just thick
You ain’t gotta jock her nigga jock my clique
Jock the dope boys cuz we all toss bricks
Federalis jock me while I’m crossing the bridge
Click click take a portrait athis
I ain’t a pretty boy I got a gorgeous wrist
Cut handsome cheques and my flows pretty - sick
I’m so ghetto chic
I’m where the hood and high fashion meet
Oowee I’m like the camoflauge Louis
How you niggas 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

an experiment by [jsf one]
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