Yeah, yeah, I get it I run rap shit, now guess who's back You thought I left you, now why would I do (1, 2, 3)
They keep on sayin' the same rappers are the Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're tryna distract it From the fact I'm comin' back Or maybe it's cause I black, maybe it's because of that Maybe it's because I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap I'm sittin' back in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm sick, how can I be sick this long And I'm still alive, Johnson 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 your man lay In the sun I don't 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 retired at 29 in my 20s still And here to lick on that Coca-Cola shit And he ain't even gotta look at coke to even hold a No more, oh boy, did he score To go sellin' bags 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, that's when I spazzin' asses, kiss a smarter ass then I'm the best thing that ever to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme glasses!