Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now who's back You thought I left you, now why I do that? (1, 2, 3)
They on sayin' the same 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 it's because of that Maybe it's because I'm the 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 this And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson I thrive on makin' my opponents think I've died when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go thereDamn I forgot how much money he got On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but man don't lay In the sun cause I tan, I burn, blood clot When you gonna how much money we've earned How does it to know I came in this game at 25 And coulda retired at 29 in my 20s And Fif' here to lick on that shit And he ain't even look at coke 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 ex-wife is set for life, you cocksuckers So stay the fuck off us, we pay I'm just a super easy MC, okay? Til I hear the word has been, that's I start spazzin' Smart asses, a smarter ass then I'm the best thing that ever to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now Kanye's glasses!