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