[Intro] I seen you jockin Jay-Z cause he got a Mercedes and you know about his ladies… [Run-DMC hook] 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 no 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 shit? [Run-DMC hook] 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 partner 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 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] 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 (something)bricks Federalis jock me while I’m crossing the bridge Click click take a portrait 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 (something) Haters I ain’t mad at you If I wasn’t me I’d probably jock me too