Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess who's You thought I you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3)
They keep on sayin' the same rappers are the Jay-Z and Kanye West, they're just tryna distract it From the fact that I'm 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 back in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm still sick, how can I be sick long And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson I thrive on makin' my opponents that I've died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go I forgot how much money he got On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but your man lay In the sun cause I tan, I burn, blood clot When you gonna learn how much we've earned How it feel to know I came in this game at 25 And coulda retired at 29 in my 20s And Fif' here to lick on that Coca-Cola And he ain't even look at coke to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, goddamn did he To go from sellin' bags to right out the store And Shady hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us My ex-wife is set for life, you cocksuckers So stay the off us, we make pay I'm just a super easy MC, okay? Til I the word has been, that's when I start spazzin' Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass I'm the best thing that ever to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now Kanye's glasses!