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, or so we're
told...

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 motherf**kin'
people who feel like me, who share the same views
and the same exact beliefs, it's like a f**kin'
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 [bad word] 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 sh*t all my
life,
and now I'm dumping it on...
 [bad word] 

White America, I could be one of your kids, white
America, little Eric looks just like this,
white America, Erica loves my [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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 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 f**k school,
i'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me
where the f**kin' studio's at, when I was
underground, no one gave a f**k I was white, no
labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was
like, f**k it, until I met Dre, the only one to
look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up
under his [bad word]  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 [bad word]  we just swapped, sittin' back lookin' at [bad word]  wow, i'm like my skin is it starting to
work to my benefit now, it's...
 [bad word] 

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 [bad word]  'till I created so much
motherf**kin' 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 [bad word]  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'
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