White America

America!

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 neck

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 fuckin' army marchin' 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

Till it stays stuck in your head for days and days

Who would've thought standin' 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 keep tellin' me I ain't causin' nothin' 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 dumpin' 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 (oh, 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

Give me 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 prob'ly 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 startin' 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 would've never knew these words exist

Whose moms prob'ly would've never gave two squirts of piss

Till I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence

Straight out the tube, right into your livin' 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

Searchin' with a fine tooth comb, it's like this rope

Waitin' to choke, tightenin' around my throat

Watchin' me while I write this, like: I don't like this note

All I hear is lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy

Sponsors workin' '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 startin' to blossom

So now I'm catchin' the flak 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 poster child, the motherfuckin' 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 galf 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

I'm just playin', America

You know I love you