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 West, maybe they're just tryna distract it the fact that 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 still sick, how can I be this long And I'm still alive, Johnson arise I thrive on makin' my 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 beach of Saint-Tropez, but man don't lay In the sun cause I don't tan, I burn, clot When you gonna learn how much money earned How does it feel to know I came in this at 25 And retired at 29 in my 20s still And Fif' here to lick on that Coca-Cola 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 the socks off us My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So the fuck off us, we make pay I'm a super easy modest MC, okay? Til I hear the word has been, when I start spazzin' Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass I'm the best thing that ever to rap, bastards I'm a Dre, now gimme Kanye's glasses!