lirik lagu yung joc - jockin
[intro: joc’s son]
daddy, i’m not tryna be funny or nothing
but they sure is jockin
[chorus:]
they keep joc-ing (oh yeah)
they keep joc-ing (that’s right)
this i know (say what)
this i know (oh what’cha doin?)
i gets money on da low
i’m choppin 24’s (ah ah ah)
i’m kown to cut’cha ho’
so i need ta let’cha know (ah ah ah)
don’t hate me
don’t hate me
[verse 1:]
all flava bapes
joc laced ’em first
jolly rancha birst, wrist watch starburst
ya need a couple stacks
come & get it, cash money
ya call dat ballin, well shawty dats gas money
paying u da weight man, naw i don’t buy it
if i get knocked da whole block go on a diet
ya babymama luv me
baby sister like me
if ya say my name, watch dem ho’s get excited
ain’t my fault, dey can’t help if dey blush
i’m not omarion, but dey wanna be touched
and it don’t matter where, in my house or in my car
they jus wanna get down with a superstar
[chorus:]
they keep joc-ing (oh yeah)
they keep joc-ing (that’s right)
this i know (say what)
this i know (oh what’cha doin?)
i gets money on da low
i’m choppin 24’s (ah ah ah)
i’m kown to cut’cha ho’
so i need ta let’cha know (ah ah ah)
don’t hate me (come on na)
don’t hate me
[verse 2:]
a dolla 50 on da kicks
i like nice sh-t
ask da price tag on my swag, priceless
i keep a semi-auto, i can drop ya top with it
so don’t make me snap, i’ll make u lean & rock with it
dressed to impress
fly like da birds
open up da zip & now da whip smell like purp
new joc city beatin through ya 15’s
alpine amps, push b-tton flip screens
n-gg- watch’cha ashes, don’t burn da seats (hol’up
pimp)
candy on da cl-ssic, ya holla trick or treat
n-gg-z got jokes so dey call me jock-strap
but if a n-gg- think i’m slow, ya betta tell ’em joc
strapped
[chorus:]
they keep joc-ing (oh yeah)
they keep joc-ing (that’s right)
this i know (say what)
this i know (oh what’cha doin?)
i gets money on da low
i’m choppin 24’s (ah ah ah)
i’m kown to cut’cha ho’
so i need ta let’cha know (ah ah ah)
don’t hate me (come on na)
don’t hate me
[verse 3:]
i’m often by da tap
i do dis jus 4 fun
it’s dark when i enter, when i leave break of dawn
the one & gucci shades block rays from the sun
call in sick, cause ya day’s jus begun
pleasure pineapple juice, 80 proof, barcardi rum
liquor on my breath, so i keep a pack of gum
i keep da hemi c-cked, so u know it’s not on safe
(yezzir)
potna don’t hate, ya minds a terrible thing to waste
block got da keys to da suite, i’m on da way
dolla got dem hoochies poppin coochie, givin face
5-4-3-2-1 it’s a wrap
heck da sound scan, i’m on fire like da trap
[chorus:]
they keep joc-ing (oh yeah)
they keep joc-ing (that’s right)
this i know (say what)
this i know (oh what’cha doin?)
i gets money on da low
i’m choppin 24’s (ah ah ah)
i’m kown to cut’cha ho’
so i need ta let’cha know (ah ah ah)
don’t hate me (come on na)
don’t hate me
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