Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess back You I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3)
They keep on sayin' the same rappers are the Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're just tryna it From the that I'm comin' back Or maybe it's cause I ain't black, maybe because of that Maybe it's because I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap While I'm sittin' in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm still sick, how can I be sick this And I'm still alive, Johnson arise I on makin' my opponents think 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 don't tan, I burn, blood When you gonna how much money we've earned How does it feel to know I came in game at 25 And coulda at 29 in my 20s still And Fif' here to on that Coca-Cola shit 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 bottles right out the 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 modest MC, Til I hear the word has been, when I start spazzin' Smart asses, kiss a ass then I'm the best thing that ever happened to rap, I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme glasses!