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- America, hahaha, we love you
- How many people are proud to be citizens
- Of this beautiful country of ours, the stripes and the stars
- For the rights that men have died for to protect?
- The women and men who have broke their necks
- For the freedom of speech
- The United States government has sworn to uphold
- (Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song)
- Or so we're told
- 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 fucking army marching in back of me
- So many lives I touched, so much anger aimed
- In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays
- And straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays
- 'Til it stays stuck in your head, for days and days
- Who would've thought, standing in this mirror, bleaching my hair
- With some peroxide, reaching 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 keep telling me I ain't causing nothin' but problems
- And now they're saying I'm in trouble with the government
- I'm loving it, I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm dumping it on
- 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
- Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself
- If they were brown, Shady'd lose, Shady sits on the shelf
- But Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help
- Make ladies swoon, baby (ooh, baby)
- Look at my sales
- Let's do the math, if I was black, I woulda 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
- Give me the mic, show me where the fucking 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, sitting back looking at shit, wow
- I'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now? it's-
- 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!
- See, the problem is I speak to suburban kids
- Who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist
- Whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss
- 'Til I created so much motherfucking turbulence
- Straight out the tube, right into your living rooms 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 lyrics up under this microscope
- Searching with a fine tooth comb, it's like this rope
- Waiting to choke, tightening around my throat
- Watching me while I write this, like, "I don't like this note"
- 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 catching the flak from these activists when they ragging
- 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 motherfucking spokesman now, for-
- 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
- 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 - and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker
- To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy
- Fuck you, Ms. Cheney
- Fuck you, Tipper Gore
- Fuck you with the freest of speech
- This Divided States of Embarrassment will allow me to have
- Fuck you
- Hahaha, I'm just playing, America
- You know I love you


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