conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Jockin’ Jay-Z (Dopeboy Fresh) with the following description: “Jockin' Jay-Z (Dopeboy Fresh)” is a 2008 promotional single released by Jay-Z, produced by his little brother Kanye West. On it, Jigga stomps his way over a skeletal vocal sample and beat, proving the greats don’t need much to shine.
  The track peaked at #18 on Billboard’s “Hot Rap Tracks” and #51 on their “Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs” chart.
  Originally intended for inclusion on his eleventh studio album The Blueprint 3, it didn’t make the final track listing. It found its physical home as a B-Side to his critically and commercially acclaimed “Empire State of Mind” single. It was also included as a bonus track on the exclusive Rhapsody edition of TBP3. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  I seen you jockin Jay-Z 'cause he got a Mercedes
  And you know about his ladies
  [Hook]
  I seen you jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin'
  Jockin' Jay-Z (yeah), jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' (yeah) Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin'-j-jockin'-jockin' (I'm so dope boy fresh!)
  I seen you jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin'
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin'
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin'-j-jockin'-jockin' (I'm so dope boy fresh!)
  [Verse 1]
  Whose house? Hov, no doubt
  'Bout the only rapper still getting 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 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 I'm warring 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 Porsches, ugh!
  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 riding my tip? [Hook]
  I seen you jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (y-yeah!)
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin'-j-jockin'-jockin' (I'm so dope boy fresh!)
  I seen you jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin'-j-jockin'-jockin' (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 fucking rockstar
  To-day is gonna be the day
  That I'm gonna throw it back to you!
  I'm living life as a rocker, I'm like Pimp C, partna
  Coming down in Mercedes, peeling off on the boppers
  Worldwide show, I'm coming down in a chopper
  Hundred eighty thou', screamin "Hov!" with the Roc up
  It's too easy!
  I got ladies on shoulders, showing me they chi-chis
  I met honey at the show last year
  And now I'm acting brand new like a world premiere (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! [Hook]
  I seen you jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin'-j-jockin'-jockin' (I'm so dope boy fresh!)
  I seen you jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin'-j-jockin'-jockin' (I'm so dope boy fresh!)
  [Verse 3]
  You ain't gotta jock Jay-Z, jock fly shit
  You ain't gotta jock me, homie; jock my chick
  Jock her Zanottis; she body you with the fit
  No, that's not Pilates; her body's just thick
  You ain't gotta jock her, nigga; jock my clique
  Jock the dope boys 'cause we all tossed bricks
  Federales jock me while I'm crossing the bridge
  Click, click! Take a portrait of this
  I ain't no pretty boy; I got a gorgeous wrist
  Cut handsome checks and my flow's pretty... sick
  I'm so ghetto chic
  I'm where the hood and high fashion meet
  Ooh-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 me I'd probably jock me too! (too!) [Hook]
  I seen you jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah, y-y-yeah!)
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (ugh, yeah!)
  Jockin'-j-jockin'-jockin' (I'm so dope boy fresh!)
  I seen you jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah!)
  Jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z, jockin'-jockin' (yeah, y-y-yeah!)
  Jockin'-j-jockin'-jockin', jockin'-j-jockin'-jockin'
  (I'm so dope boy fresh!)