Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess back You I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3)
They keep on sayin' the rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're just 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' back in my office 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 died That's when I pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there 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 learn how much money earned How does it feel to I came in this game at 25 And coulda at 29 in my 20s still And Fif' here to lick on Coca-Cola shit 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 bottles out the store And Shady hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us My is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So the fuck off us, we make pay I'm just a super modest MC, okay? Til I hear the word has been, that's I start spazzin' Smart asses, a smarter ass then I'm the best thing that ever happened to rap, I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme glasses!