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White America Lyrics |
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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 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...
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
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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 ]
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 ]
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... |
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