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