Yeah, yeah, I get it I run rap shit, now guess who's back You thought I left you, now why 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 that I'm comin' Or maybe it's cause I ain't black, maybe it's 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 long And I'm still alive, Johnson arise I thrive on makin' my opponents think that died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go thereDamn I forgot how money he got On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but your man lay In the sun cause I don't tan, I burn, clot When you gonna how much money we've 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 that Coca-Cola And he ain't gotta look at coke to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, did he score To go from sellin' bags to bottles right out the And hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us My ex-wife 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 start Smart asses, a smarter ass then I'm the thing that ever happened to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme glasses!