Jockin' Jay-Z (Dope Boy Fresh) lyrics - Jay Z

[Intro: Sample from "Dumb Girl" by Run-D.M.C.]
I seen you jockin Jay-Z cause he got a Mercedes and you know about his ladies...

[Chorus: Sample from "Dumb Girl" by Run-D.M.C. (Jay-Z)]
I seen you Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z 
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, Yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay Jockin Jay Jockin jockin Jay-Z (I'm so dope boy fresh!)
I seen you Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z 
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, Yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay Jockin Jay Jockin jockin Jay-Z (I'm so dope boy fresh!)

[Verse 1]
Who's house? Hov no doubt
'Bout the only rapper still gettin money in the drought
I moves out, in the global, I'm a mogul
Fifty thousand feet in the air and I'm still on my mobile
Fuck talking bout the recession the shit's depressin
I rock with Obama but I'm not a politician
And I, chill with the thugs and the gangsters too
I ain't a blood but I'm warrin 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, UGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Haters like Hov why you still talkin money shit? 
Cause I like money BITCH!!!!
I like fly shit, you like gossip
I let you do you, why you ridin my tip?

[Chorus: Sample from "Dumb Girl" by Run-D.M.C. (Jay-Z)]
I seen you Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z 
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, Yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay Jockin Jay Jockin jockin Jay-Z (I'm so dope boy fresh!)
I seen you Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z 
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, Yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay Jockin Jay Jockin jockin Jay-Z (I'm so dope boy fresh!)

[Verse 2]
That bloke from Oasis said I couldn't play guitar
Somebody shoulda told him I'm a fuckin rock star
[imitating "Wonderwall"] Today, is gonna be the day
That I'm gonna throw it back to yoooooou
I'm livin life as a rocker, I'm like Pimp C, pat'na
Comin down in Mercedes, peelin off on the boppers
Worldwide show, I'm comin down in a chopper
Hundred eighty-thou screamin "Hov!" with the Roc up
It's too easy!!! I got ladies on shoulders showin me they chi-chis
I met honey at the show last year
And now I'm actin brand new like a (world premier)
Yeah, I know life ain't fair
But chill, baby girl - MY GIRL IS HERRRE!
I got models in a mosh pit
Dancin off-beat, but they know the words to my shit!

[Chorus: Sample from "Dumb Girl" by Run-D.M.C. (Jay-Z)]
I seen you Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z 
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, Yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay Jockin Jay Jockin jockin Jay-Z (I'm so dope boy fresh!)
I seen you Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z 
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, Yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay Jockin Jay Jockin jockin Jay-Z (I'm so dope boy fresh!)

[Verse 3]
You ain't gotta jock Jay-Z, jock fly shit
You ain't gotta jock me, homey, jock my chick
Jock her cinatti, she (Body) you with her fit
No that's not Pilates, her body is just thick
You ain't gotta jock her nigga, jock my clique 
Jock the dope boys 'cause we all tossed bricks 
Federallis jock me while I'm crossin the bridge 
Click, click - take a portrait of this
I ain't no pretty boy I got a georgeous wrist 
Cut handsome checks and my flow's pretty, sick
I'm some ghetto chic, I'm where the hood and high fashion meet
Oooh wee I'm like the camouflauge Louis
How you niggas want it the tux or the toolie?!
Haters, I ain't mad at you
If I wasn't I probably jock me too

[Chorus: Sample from "Dumb Girl" by Run-D.M.C. (Jay-Z)]
I seen you Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z 
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, Yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay Jockin Jay Jockin jockin Jay-Z (I'm so dope boy fresh!)
I seen you Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z 
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay-Z Jockin Jay-Z (Yeah, Yeah!)
Jockin Jockin Jockin Jay Jockin Jay Jockin jockin Jay-Z (I'm so dope boy fresh!)

[Outro: Jay-Z]
I'm so dope boy fresh!!!!!!

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La, La, La (Excuse Me Again) lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]
Whooo! Whooo!

[Chorus]
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Neptunes track smoke like La, La, La
It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye (C'mon)
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 1]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some you little bums
I take the cake from under the bakers thumb
I bake the cake and two it up from one
Then I moved to weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry Patterns
Fake Menolo's boots straight from Steve Madden
He tatted his-self, as the rap J.F.K.
You wanna pass for my Jaqueline, Onassis, then
Hop ya ass out that S-Class
Lay back in the Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in your long-legged life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice
Look but don't touch, muthafucka think twice
Cuz this gat that I clutch gotta little red light
Need a light?

(To smoke that La, La, La)
[Chorus 2]
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
It's the ROC mami sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 2]
We got brothers full of Army, Mami's in Manolo
Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logo's
All attracted to Hov because they know dough
When they see him, whips be European
If your a 10 chances your with him
If your a 5 you know you ridin' with them
Sick with the pen nigga no physician, in the world could fix him
No prescription, you can prescribe to subside his affliction
He's not a sane man, he's more like the Rainman twitchin'
You can't Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chicken
Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board
You can't see me dawg, niggaz ya CB-4
This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the Franchise like the Houston Rockets
Yao Ming

[Chorus 3]
Still smokin' that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 3]
Forget English, talk body language
I be all over mami's like body painters
Pink Diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, your very sick
Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life
Muthafucka's must be smokin' they La, La, La or crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Let's get back to the music, I ain't with all that
Plus the fedz tappin' my music, yall get all that?
I'm THEE! public industry #1
Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!)
Now I ain't down with who like me or who like you
That's gay, I ain't into liking dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again, my man'll shoot ya

[Chorus 3]
As we, smoke that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It's the ROC bitch sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Pharrell Williams {of the Neptunes}]
Well watch me now
Uh!
Ho!, Ho!
C'mon
Do you want me to do it
Well watch me now

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Marcy To Hollywood lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Memphis Bleek, Sauce Money)

[Jay-Z]
...back again & back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again & back again

As a youth I used to hold the weed up
old heads said I thought more like a soldier than a leader
in order to succeed I had to slow my speed up
didn't listen to stuff took another puff of the chieva
they said believe us or not trust is somethin' you earn
with every mistake you make back to us you return
probably would go Hollywood I thought he was jokin'
My first taste of fame I hit the first thing smokin'
All engulfed into honeys the pussy was tight
if she threw the pussy right I got mushy like
Damn baby I love you take all my cash
"You ain't got to lie Jay," you already gettin' the ass
She loved that I was a thug it turned her on
soon as I got soft it turned her off
I got relaxed put my feet up start dissin' my friends
& that's when the ceiling fell in

I went from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again & back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again & back again

I came through with the shines
like the streets was blind
didn't master my Algebra no caliber
Stick me? I was thinkin' how & for what
but reality bites like a thousand mutts
Nothin' worse than the person that's foul with guts
to stick you quicker...
[Bleek]
This brand new nigga
yup this is the foulest this ain't Hollywood
It's the Wild West whoever guns is the loudest
that's who's the best now take ten steps & draw
who dope can take ten steps & remain raw
Who has no regards for the law?
Me that's who now let me ask you
Did you not know if we all don't eat
some day that we all would beef?
Did you know about the crabs in the barrow
they would hear me creep
it's a muthafuckin' war in these streets

I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
& I'm back again I'm back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
& I'm back again I'm back again

[Jay-Z]
...from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again & back again
...from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again & back again

[Sauce]
As a youth I used to fold up
old heads said I thought more like a leader than a soldier
Back in the days never no heat thought shit was cool
good cat personified even went to school
learned wild shit made me feel kinda live
off of nothin' with this bullshit 9 to 5
I stayed broke made me easier to provoke
ready to yoke the first muthafucka that joked
Same dude with the hard bottom
went from laid back to locced out
from talk it over to t...I shot him
Ready to perish all the shit you cherish
leave you the wettest I got a "You die first," fetish
I can recall helpin' old chicks across the street
now I help myself liftin' cats off they feet
Can't give a fuck nigga I just lost my moms
why I need to feel something steel in both my arms

I went from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again & back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again & back again

[Bleek]
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
& I'm back again I'm back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
& I'm back again I'm back again

[Jay-Z]
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again back again
...from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again back again

Uh huh uh geah since y'all niggas don't like to think.
I'ma make it real easy for y'all. You got three different
types of nigga. First cat, as a youth is real wild &
for whatever reason he hit the money or whatever,
cooled out. You got one cat that's ghetto, grimy always
remained ghetto. You know that type. Then, you got
one cat very smart young man. E'rybody wanted him
to be a lawyer doctor whatever. Pressure drove him crazy
he wiled out. Ha geah...

...Marcy to Hollywood
& back again & back again
back again Biotch

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More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (Remix) lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Memphis Bleek, Beanie Sigel)

[from "The Corruptor" soundtrack]
[Jay-Z Talking:]
Turn the lights even lower! 
Hovah 
Memphis Bleek 
Beanie Seigels (uh huh) 
Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah) 
DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night 

[Verse One, Jay-Z:]
To the top wit my niggas 
Pop wit my niggas 
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas 
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas 
Just cause I (DMX)love my niggas (uh huh) 
Chill wit the crew (uh huh) 
Real wit the crew 
4 million sold, look- still wit the crew 
Break bread wit the fam 
Till I'm dead wit the fam 
Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam 
Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh) 
Ride for my hustlas 
Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas 
Roll wit my duns (uh huh) 
Cold wit the guns (uh huh) 
If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come 
I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes 
That's real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes 
I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!!

[Chorus, Jay-Z (DMX): 2x] 
More money, more cash, more hoes (what) 
More money, more cash, more hoes (uh) 
More money, more cash, more hoes (come on) 
More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what) 

[Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:]
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek 
No need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat 
Y'all can't do nothing with this here 
For one, I pack three 9s like the year 
Y'all funny money hustlas 
7 gram hustlas 
Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas 
I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4 
While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough 
Petty crime niggas 
Petty time niggas 
Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs 
Now you got game in you 
Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you 
I'll put them thangs in you 
I'm a hot lil' nigga 
I ain't gotta tell niggas 
You came too deep, one fell niggas 
I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuck 
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what 

[Chorus 2x] 

[Verse Three, Beanie Sigel:]
Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y 
North west south west south side 
Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly 
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die 
Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week 
Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats 
The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets 
I gave y'all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek 
Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat 
6 hammers even though we only 3 deep 
We clap up niggas 
Smack up niggas 
Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas 
Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas 
Get treated like Coke and get capped up niggas 
The only thing funny 
Is y'all never seen big face money 
Till them big face 20s 

[Chorus 2x]

[Jay-Z Talking:]
Roc-a-fella shit 
1999 (uh huh) 
You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unlike no other 
Get down or lay down Ya heard! 
No publishin' for niggas 
I know y'all niggas wonderin, like: 
When them niggas gone stop? (come on) 
We got a date for you- 
February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha) 
I know y'all niggas ready to kill yaself, too 
Just go head and do it! 
Jump off a buildin, slit ya wrists! 
Just do it! 
The world'll be a better place (haha) 
Roc-a-fella 
Beanie Seigel
Memphis Bleek 
Hovah Hovah 
Ya heard me!

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Murdergram lyrics - Jay Z (feat. DMX, Ja Rule)

[from "Streets Is Watching" soundtrack]
[Jay-Z]
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
with three of the illest niggas together
Street music and so fourth on one track,huh?
Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's Murda

Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
Cause whether your for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows
The weapons I possess they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash
Or be one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you
Why would you fuck with me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas could die wit'cha
Cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal
And promise you only one thing, to not miss you
Jahova know the god that served ya
Cause dead or alive when I arrive it's Murda

[Ja Rule]
Shit I hope ya'll niggas know to lay low now
Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow down
Cause I hit em on sight, its dark dim the lights
You shot twice god bless to this the night
That alot of niggas fear the coming of their life
And you dead right be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin with Ja you bitch niggas talking shit
All on my dick you broke niggas making me rich
You gonna blaze me cause you high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch
My flow be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin
Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and light
Niggas ain't seein my plight, It's alright
I let the world know I shine like ice
I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the dice
Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble with a gat in your hand
Spin in barrel and put it to your head
Cause we don't dance no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving you nothing but thug shit
Think we playing, you undoubtable fall further
Fuckin with I N C is Murda

[DMX]
I'm a cruddy nigga, goin raw-doggin dirty bitches
and if I get burnt, I'm givin that shit to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Poppy
I might smile up in your face but I ain't your friend Poppy
Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, niggas don't want it
Get it, Done it, when I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen, made it scrapin
I made it fussin, bustin, I made it cappin
And lettin off wasn't nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga, Cause you is a fool nigga
I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
You can't understand why a man would have to take shit
Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head you won't feel shit!!!
URRUURRRR.....
Let the dogs lose on a niggas ass
Find out if the niggas faster then the trigger's blast
A fucking snake in the truest form
Knowin damn well that what I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong
Niggas is makin movies so i gots to stop production
I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop destructin
The blocks is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty
Cause you don't need that shorty
you don't know what to do with that shorty
You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor
Another 24, What you want, Money, More!?!
Them niggas did it raw, with no condom
You find em, sayin sorry he for what he said before I blind them
Get the flame out the four fifth, and there aint gonna be no more riff
Dog you want a floss tiff, but would of made it to the door if
Bullets travled alot slower, and you ran alot faster
But they don't and you can't so don't think about after
Cause tomorrow ain't comin, so stop runnin
cause you gonna die like a sucker
Murder Motherfucker!!!

Uh!, where my mother fucking dogs at, Uh, Uh
My nigga Jigga, My dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Rough Riders, Def Jam
Where my dogs at, Top Fight Uh, Where my dogs at
Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby
Boomer One Love Nigga, URRUURRRR, Murda Motherfucker.

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People's Court lyrics - Jay Z

Jigga
Biatch

Yeah

Fuck Judge Wapner
It's Jigga
Ya heard?
Y'all niggas in violation of Playa-Hatin Code
Section 1001

[VERSE 1]
Yo, I gives a fuck if you traumed up
Dom Perrignon'ed up
Niggas from where want what?
One slip'll get your cherry bombed up
I got heavy arm
And my niggas Homicide and Deadly Calm in the cut
B, test your dumb blonde luck
Fuck with the wrong one
Shawn Gun, harm one, two
Fuck y'all wan' do?
Bastards, niggas know I blast quick
As if y'all had to ask - shit
Get your ass twist
It's the rap's El Ni?o, get your brain splitted
And I don't like pussy well enough to hang with it
You ain't with it, same shit, they
Can't fuck with the languaddage
Soon as the slang's spitted
If you came you get it
Plain as a game with them thangs with it
On co-sign and the whole nine
Leave you where I find yo ass - lost with no signs
You're so wrong
I'm the last nigga to roll on
Got a vest on, went to Folsom
When you guess wrong I'ma press one
Muthafucka

[CHORUS]
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin with me
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A.
When you see Jay
Better crawl for your heat
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street
Ya heard me?

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin with me
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street
I gives a shit about the plaintiff
Nigga, dangerous, watch your langauge with me
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street

[VERSE 2]
I give a shit if it's small claims like stealin your bitch
Or if it's Supreme Court like stealin your bricks
Look, my guns is all-range, more pain
Indifferential, whether you're big money or small change
When I cock it - ball game
My pistals never miss-trial, here's the determent
With no chance of parole bullets comin concurrent
I'm like "Why, nigga, try Jigga?" You must remember
It's like bein on trial for your life with a public defender
Let the jury fill the seats up and start the court calendar off
With docu number 9mm
All rise...
The Honourable Jay-Z presides
Instead of a mallet I hold a tool
All objections over-ruled
Say your opening arguments, hope you understand it
Two guns, right over left, that's how I cross-examine
Like Tom Cruise, popppin with the _Top Gun_ you lose
Jigga's no lie, and y'all can't handle the truth

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]
No flow's sicker, no cell can hold Jigga
Since I dropped 'Reasonable Doubt' no cocaine convictors
No contest in a rhyme fest, I'm best
Under oath raise my hand, and I spit it - honest
Know our facts for real 'fore y'all decide to act ill
When you blow trial ain't no comin back on the pill
It's Murder One, bail set at a half a mill
It's Murder One, for you backwards muthafuckas: red-rum
Committ hate crimes, fake crimes, I hold in contempt
You get state time for fakin like you greater than Him
So cop a plea to lessen charges, pay your fine at the Desk Sergeant
Say you're sorry, then - take your property
I be sho' defended, flow splendid, no co-defendant
While you niggas hold trial with no motions in it
Three time felon, third album, lockin it down for the term
Of 'Lifetime', Vol. 2, nigga, court is adjourned

[CHORUS]

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