Royce da 5'9" - Jockin' My Fresh lyrics

Quit jockin' my fresh

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
She need to quit "Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z

I'm on fire survival, admire you liar
Who higher, new tires, flew by you
Dubai ya, Brunei ya, the new sire
Each line, I think it's lightning
What you think is writin' is my ink ignitin'
I stole that from L
But I don't think it's bitin'
Beef is heightened 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, AIDS
I'm sick i'm too paid
I'm rich
I will flower a chicken like a bouquet
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 him and sign him
He Connected, I probably supply him
It's eeeeeasy

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
She need to quit "Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z

The product is like Prada
A lotta shottas'll stretch you
Until you tired of violence I'm the
Rider bitch y'all the 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
Who you gotta 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 a buck, llama tucked
Grind till you tired of us
I'm on your head like a Yarmulke

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
She need to quit "Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z

I'm gonna tell y'all niggas
Right now number one
Quit jockin' my motherfuckin'
Fresh number two
If you ain't feelin' meyou a fuckin' corn dog
You sleepin' on me like you a little baby