Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess who's You thought I left you, now why would I do (1, 2, 3)
They keep on sayin' the rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're just tryna it From the fact I'm comin' back Or it's 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 back in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm still sick, how can I be sick this And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson I thrive on my opponents think that I've died That's when I just pop up nowhere, oh yeah, there we go thereDamn I forgot how much money he got On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but your man lay In the sun cause I don't tan, I burn, blood When you gonna learn how much money 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 that Coca-Cola And he ain't even gotta at coke to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, goddamn did he To go from sellin' to bottles right 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 just a easy 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 to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now Kanye's glasses!