Yeah, yeah, I get it I run rap shit, now guess who's back You thought I you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3)
They keep on sayin' the rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, they're just tryna distract it From the fact 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' in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm sick, how can I be sick this long And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go thereDamn I how much money he got On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but man don't lay In the sun I don't tan, I burn, blood clot When you gonna learn how much money earned How does it to know I came 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, goddamn did he To go from sellin' to bottles right out the store 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 off us, we make pay I'm just a easy modest MC, okay? Til I the word has been, that's when I start spazzin' asses, kiss a smarter ass then I'm the best thing that ever happened to rap, I'm a blonde Dre, now Kanye's glasses!