Jockin' My Fresh - Royce Da 5'9"
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Quit jockin' my fresh<br /> [Chorus:]Easily I approach<br /> The microphone because I ain't no joke<br /> Tell ya momma to get off of my nuts<br /> She need to quit<br /> "Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z<br /> Easily I could smoke<br /> Your hypertone, nigga you ain't no loc<br /> Tell your girlfriend to get off of my dick<br /> And she need to quit<br /> "Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z<br /> [Verse 1:]I'm on fire survival, admire you liar<br /> Who hire, new tires, flew by you<br /> New buyer, Brunier, the new sire<br /> Each line, I think it's lightening<br /> What you think is writin' <br /> Is my ink ignitin'<br /> I stole that from L <br /> But I don't think it's bitin'<br /> Beef is hidin' on side of the stage<br /> Speakin' of fightin' <br /> I write like I pull my pen out the side of a grenade<br /> Imperial, serial killers in front of a mural of Dilla, Proof, Blade<br /> A burial crusade<br /> Venereal, flu, A.I.D.S.<br /> I'm sick<br /> I'm too paid<br /> I'm rich<br /> I will flower a chicken like a bouchet<br /> I'm sentimental<br /> End up with your dental<br /> Loose cave<br /> <br /> Bitch we ain't Friends<br /> I ain't Phoebe Buffay<br /> I'm a motherfuckin' +Superstar+ like Lupe<br /> Get a lot of vagina<br /> Stylin' like I'm a designer<br /> Whoever hotter than me <br /> I probably find them inside of me<br /> Connected, I probably supply them it's eeeeeasy<br /> [Chorus][Verse 2:]The product is like Prada<br /> A lotta shottas is stretchy<br /> Until you tired of findin' time to ride a bitch out of liars<br /> Y'all retired your guns just cause you signed a deal<br /> I'm the Youth Fountain on Truth Mountain on Honest Hill<br /> Who's countin'?<br /> I'm tryin' to build beyond a mill<br /> Don't call me seven nine's cause I'm tryin' to find a bill(ion)<br /> True is, who is down to kill<br /> Old school like a Buick Bonneville<br /> Suicide, do a lot of pills<br /> You ain't got to kill<br /> Beef is easy to me bitch<br /> Guns, grams, get 'em, got 'em all, strict G shit<br /> Honestly, round 'em up, found 'em slumped<br /> Down to buck, llama tuck<br /> Grind till you tired of us<br /> I'm on your head like a Yamaka <br /> [Chorus][Outro:]I'm gonna tell y'all niggas right now. Number one<br /> Quit jockin' my motherfuckin' fresh. Number two<br /> If you ain't feelin' me...you a fuckin' corn dogLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>
Jockin' My Fresh Lyrics
Quit jockin' my fresh
[Chorus:]Easily I approach
The microphone because I ain't no joke
Tell ya momma to get off of my nuts
She need to quit
"Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z
Easily I could smoke
Your hypertone, nigga you ain't no loc
Tell your girlfriend to get off of my dick
And she need to quit
"Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z
[Verse 1:]I'm on fire survival, admire you liar
Who hire, new tires, flew by you
New buyer, Brunier, the new sire
Each line, I think it's lightening
What you think is writin'
Is my ink ignitin'
I stole that from L
But I don't think it's bitin'
Beef is hidin' on side of the stage
Speakin' of fightin'
I write like I pull my pen out the side of a grenade
Imperial, serial killers in front of a mural of Dilla, Proof, Blade
A burial crusade
Venereal, flu, A.I.D.S.
I'm sick
I'm too paid
I'm rich
I will flower a chicken like a bouchet
I'm sentimental
End up with your dental
Loose cave
Bitch we ain't Friends
I ain't Phoebe Buffay
I'm a motherfuckin' +Superstar+ like Lupe
Get a lot of vagina
Stylin' like I'm a designer
Whoever hotter than me
I probably find them inside of me
Connected, I probably supply them it's eeeeeasy
[Chorus][Verse 2:]The product is like Prada
A lotta shottas is stretchy
Until you tired of findin' time to ride a bitch out of liars
Y'all retired your guns just cause you signed a deal
I'm the Youth Fountain on Truth Mountain on Honest Hill
Who's countin'?
I'm tryin' to build beyond a mill
Don't call me seven nine's cause I'm tryin' to find a bill(ion)
True is, who is down to kill
Old school like a Buick Bonneville
Suicide, do a lot of pills
You ain't got to kill
Beef is easy to me bitch
Guns, grams, get 'em, got 'em all, strict G shit
Honestly, round 'em up, found 'em slumped
Down to buck, llama tuck
Grind till you tired of us
I'm on your head like a Yamaka
[Chorus][Outro:]I'm gonna tell y'all niggas right now. Number one
Quit jockin' my motherfuckin' fresh. Number two
If you ain't feelin' me...you a fuckin' corn dog