Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess back You thought I left you, now why would I do (1, 2, 3)
They keep on sayin' the same rappers are the Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe just tryna distract it the fact that I'm comin' back Or maybe it's cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of Maybe it's because I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap While I'm sittin' in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm still sick, how can I be sick long And I'm alive, Magic Johnson arise I thrive on my opponents think that I've died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go thereDamn I how much money he got On the of Saint-Tropez, but your man don't lay In the sun cause I don't tan, I burn, clot When you gonna learn how much money we've How does it feel to know I came in this at 25 And coulda at 29 in my 20s still And Fif' here to on that Coca-Cola shit And he ain't even gotta look at coke to even hold a No more, oh boy, goddamn did he To go from sellin' bags to right 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 the fuck off us, we make 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 Dre, now gimme Kanye's glasses!