(Prelude)
America, hahaha, we love you, how
many people are proud to be
citizens of this beautiful
country of our's, the stripes and
the stars for the rights that men
have died for to protect,
the women and men who have broke
their neck's for the freedom of
speech the United States
government has sworn to uphold,(Yo
I want everybody tolisten to the
words of this song) or so we're
told...
Verse 1
Yo', I want everybody to listen to
the words of this song, I never
would've dreamed in a
million years i'd see, so many
motherfuckin' people who feel like
me, who share the same views
and the same exact beliefs, it's
like a fuckin' army marchin' in
back of me, so many lives I
touch, so much anger aimed, in no
particular direction, just sprays
and sprays, and
straight
through your radio waves it plays and plays,
'till it stays stuck in your head for days
and
days, who would of thought, standing in this
mirror bleachin' my hair, with some
peroxide,
reachin for a t-shirt to wear, that I would
catapult to the forefront of rap like this,
how
could I predict my words would have an impact
like this, I must've struck a chord, with
somebody
up in the office, cause congress keeps telling
me I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems, and
now
they're sayin' i'm in trouble with the
government, i'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all
my life,
and now I'm dumping it on...
[CHORUS]
White America, I could be one of your kids,
white America, little Eric looks just like
this,
white America, Erica loves my shit, I go to
TRL, look how many hugs I get, white America,
I
could be one of your kids, white America,
little Eric looks just like this, white
America, Erica
loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs
I get...
Verse2
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like
yourself, if they were brown, Shady lose,
Shady
sits on the shelf, but Shady's cute, Shady
knew, Shady's dimple's would help, make ladies
swoon
baby, {ooh baby}, look at my sales, let's do
the math, if I was black, I would've sold half,
I
ain't have to graduate from Lincoln high school
to know that, but I could rap, so fuck
school,
i'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me
where the fuckin' studio's at, when I was
underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no
labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I
was
like, fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to
look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire
up
under his ass, helped him get back to the top,
every fan black that I got, was probably his
in
exchange for every white fan that he's got,
like damn, we just swapped, sittin' back
lookin' at
shit, wow, i'm like my skin is it starting to
work to my benefit now, it's...
[CHORUS]
White America, I could be one of your kids,
white America, little Eric looks just like
this,
white America, Erica loves my shit, I go to
TRL, look how many hugs I get, white America,
I
could be one of your kids, white America,
little Eric looks just like this, white
America, Erica
loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs
I get...
Verse 3
See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids,
who otherwise would of never knew these
words
exist, whose mom's probably would of never gave
two squirts of piss, 'till I created so
much
motherfuckin' turbulence, straight out the
tube, right into your living room I came, and
kids
flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre,
that's all it took, and they were instantly
hooked
right in, and they connected with me too
because I looked like them, that's why they put
my
lyric's up under this microscope, searchin'
with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope,
waitin'
to choke, tightening around my throat, watching
me while I write this, like I don't like
this,
nope, all I hear is, lyrics, lyrics, constant
controversy, sponsors working 'round the clock,
to
try to stop my concerts early, surely hip-hop
was never a problem in Harlem, only in
Boston,
after it bothered the fathers of daughters
starting to blossom, so now i'm catchin' the
flack
from these activists when they raggin', actin'
like i'm the first rapper to smack a bitch,
or
say faggot, shit, just look at me like i'm your
closest pal, the posterchild, the
motherfuckin'
spokesman now for...
[CHORUS]
White America, I could be one of your kids,
white America, little Eric looks just like
this,
white America, Erica loves my shit, I go to
TRL, look how many hugs I get, white America,
I
could be one of your kids, white America,
little Eric looks just like this, white
America, Erica
loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs
I get...
Verse 4
So to the parents of America, I am the
derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack
her
character, the ringleader of this circus of
worthless pawns, sent to lead the march right
up to
the steps of congress, and piss on the lawns of
the White House, to burn the casket and
replace
it with a parental advisory sticker, to spit
liquor in the faces of in this democracy of
hypocrisy, fuck you Ms. Cheney, fuck you Tipper
Gore, fuck you with the freest of speech
this
divided states of embarassment will allow me to
have, fuck you, [vocal melody],
he, hahaha, i'm just playin' America, you know
I love you...
