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