Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now who's back You thought I left you, now why I do that? (1, 2, 3)
They keep on sayin' the same are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're just tryna it From the fact I'm comin' back Or maybe it's cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of that 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 still alive, Magic 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 man don't lay In the sun cause I don't tan, I burn, clot When you gonna how much money we've earned How it feel to know I came in this game at 25 And coulda 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 even a brick No more, oh boy, did he score To go from sellin' bags to 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 fuck off us, we pay I'm just a super modest MC, okay? Til I hear the word has been, that's when I spazzin' asses, kiss a smarter ass then I'm the best thing that ever happened to rap, I'm a Dre, now gimme Kanye's glasses!