50 acessos
(Prelude)
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
overnment has sworn to uphold
(Yo I want everybody to listen to the words of this song)
or so we're told...
Verse 1
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 wouldda 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 while fan that he's got, like damn
we just swapped, sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow
I'm like my skin, it's 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...