Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess back You thought I you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3)
They keep on sayin' the rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, they're just tryna distract it the fact that I'm comin' back Or maybe cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of that Maybe it's because I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap While I'm back in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm sick, how can I be sick this long And I'm alive, Magic Johnson arise I on makin' my opponents think that I've died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go thereDamn I forgot how much 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 learn how much we've earned How does it feel to I came in this game at 25 And retired at 29 in my 20s still And Fif' here to lick on Coca-Cola shit And he even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, did he score To go sellin' bags to bottles right 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 fuck off us, we 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 best that ever happened to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme glasses!