I see you jockin Jay-Z cuz he got a Mercedes and you know about his ladies
I see you jockin' Jay-Z Jockin' Jay-Z (4x) (I'm so dope boy fresh) (2x)
Verse 1: WHO's house Hov no doubt 'Bout the only rapper still gettin' money in the drought I moves out, into global, I'ma mogul Fifty-thousand feet in the air and I'm still on my mobile Fuck talkin' bout the recession, it's just depressin' I rock wit Obama, but I ain't no politician and I Chill wit the thugs and the gangstas too I ain't a blood, but I'm at war wit 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, UHH Hatas Like "Hov why you still talkin money shit?" Cuz I like money bitch! I like fly shit, you like gossip I let you do you Why you ridin' my shit??
Chorus: i see you jockin' Jay-Z Jockin' Jay-Z (4x) (I'm so dope boy fresh) (2x)
Verse 2: That bloke from Oasis said I couldn't play guitar Somebody shoulda told him I'ma fuckin' rockstar TODAY IS GONNA BE THE DAY THAT I'M GONNA THROW IT BACK TO YOUUUU I'm livin' life as a rocker, I'm like pimp c patna Comin' down in Mercedes, peelin off on the boppers Worldwide show, I'm comin down in a chopper
Hundred eighty-thou screamin hov wit the roc up It's too eaaasy I got ladies on shoulders, showin' me they chi-chi's I met honey at the show last year And now I'm actin' brand new like a world premire Yeah, I know, life ain't fair But chill baby girl, my girl is here! I got models in the mosh pit Dancin off beat, but they know the words to my shit
Chorus: I see you jockin' Jay-Z Jockin' Jay-Z (4x) (I'm so dope boy fresh) (2x)
Verse 3: You ain't gotta jock Jay-Z, jock fly shit You ain't gotta jock me, homie jock my chick Jock her Zanotti's, she body you wit the fit No thats not pilates her, body's just thick You ain't gotta jock her, nigga jock my clique Jock the dope boys cuz we all tossed bricks Federallis jock me while I'm crossin the bridge Click, click, take a portait of this I ain't no pretty boy I got a gorgeous wrist Cut handsome checks, and my flows pretty, sick. I'm so ghetto chic I'm where the hood and high fashion meet OOH WEE I'm like the camoflauge Louis How you niggas want it? The tux or the tooli? Hatas, I ain't mad at you If I wasn't me I'd probably jock me tooo
Chorus: I see you jockin' Jay-z Jockin' Jay-Z (4x) (Im so dope boy fresh) (2x)