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 same are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're just distract it From the fact I'm comin' back Or maybe it's cause I ain't black, it's because of that Maybe it's because 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 this long And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson I on makin' my opponents think that I've died 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, blood When you gonna learn how money we've earned How does it to know I came in this game at 25 And coulda retired at 29 in my 20s And Fif' here to lick on Coca-Cola shit And he ain't gotta look at coke to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, did he score To go from sellin' to bottles right 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 stay the off us, we make pay I'm just a easy modest MC, okay? Til I hear the word has been, when I start spazzin' Smart asses, kiss a ass then I'm the best thing that happened to rap, bastards I'm a Dre, now gimme Kanye's glasses!