Yeah, yeah, I get it I run rap shit, now guess who's back You thought I left you, now why would I do (1, 2, 3)
They on sayin' the same rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're just distract it From the fact that I'm back Or maybe it's cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of that Maybe it's I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap While I'm back in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm still sick, how can I be sick this And I'm still alive, Johnson arise I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, 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 you gonna learn how much money we've earned How does it feel to know I came in game at 25 And coulda at 29 in my 20s still And Fif' here to lick on that shit And he ain't even gotta look at coke to hold a brick No more, oh boy, goddamn did he To go from sellin' bags to bottles right out the 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 fuck off us, we pay I'm just a easy modest MC, okay? Til I hear the word has been, that's when I start Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass I'm the thing that ever happened to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme glasses!