Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess who's You thought I left you, now why I do that? (1, 2, 3)
They keep on sayin' the rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're just distract it From the fact that I'm comin' Or maybe it's cause I ain't black, maybe because of that Maybe it's because I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap I'm sittin' back in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm still sick, how can I be sick long And I'm still alive, Magic arise I thrive on my opponents think that I've died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, we go thereDamn I forgot how much money he got On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but your man lay In the sun I don't tan, I burn, blood clot When you learn how much money we've earned How does it feel to know I in this game at 25 And coulda retired at 29 in my 20s And Fif' here to on that Coca-Cola shit And he ain't even gotta look at to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, did he score To go from sellin' bags to bottles out the store And Shady hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us My is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So stay the off us, we make pay I'm a super easy modest MC, okay? Til I hear the word has been, that's when I start Smart asses, a smarter ass then I'm the thing that ever happened to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme glasses!