Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now who's 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 fact I'm comin' back Or it's 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 jackin' off to my plaques I'm sick, how can I be sick this long And I'm still alive, Magic arise I on makin' my opponents think that 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 your man lay In the sun I don't tan, I burn, blood clot When you gonna learn how much money earned How does it feel to know I in this game at 25 And coulda at 29 in my 20s still And Fif' to lick on that Coca-Cola shit And he ain't even gotta look at coke to 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 profitless So stay the off us, we make pay I'm just a super easy MC, okay? Til I hear the word has been, that's I start spazzin' Smart asses, kiss a ass then I'm the best thing that happened to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme glasses!