Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess back You thought I left you, now why I do that? (1, 2, 3)
They keep on sayin' the same are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, they're just tryna distract it From the 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 sittin' back in my office jackin' off to my I'm still sick, how can I be this long And I'm alive, Magic Johnson arise I thrive on my opponents think that I've died That's 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 don't tan, I burn, blood When you learn how much money we've earned How does it feel to know I in this game at 25 And retired at 29 in my 20s still And Fif' here to lick on that Coca-Cola 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 right out the And Shady hit the box man, he knocked the socks off us My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So stay the fuck off us, we pay I'm just a super easy modest MC, Til I hear the word has been, that's when I spazzin' Smart asses, a smarter ass then I'm the best thing that happened to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme glasses!