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 America, hahaha, we love you, how many people are proud  be citizens of this beautiful
 Country of  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  speech the United States
 Government has sworn to  or
 (Yo',  want everybody to listen to the words of this song) so we're told...
 
 I  would've dreamed in a million years I'd see,
 So many motherfuckin' people who feel like me,  share the same views
 And the same exact beliefs, it's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back  me, so many lives I
 Touch, so much anger aimed, in no particular direction, just sprays  sprays, and straight
 Through your radio waves it plays and plays,  it stays stuck in your head for days and
 Days,  would of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide,
 Reaching for a t-shirt to wear, that I would catapult to the forefront of rap  this, how
 Could I predict my words would have an impact like  I must've struck a chord, with somebody
 Up in the office, cause congress keeps telling  I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems, and now
  sayin' I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life,
 And now I'm dumping  on...
 
 [Chorus]
 White America, I could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks  like this,
 White  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, 
 Loves my  I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get...
 
 Look at these  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  make ladies swoon
 Baby, {ooh baby}, look at my sales, let's do the math, if I was black, I would've  half, I
 Ain't have to  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  was
 Underground, no one gave a fuck  was white, no labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was
 Like, fuck  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  back to the top, every fan black that I got, was probably his in
  for every white fan that he's got, like damn, we just swapped, sittin' back lookin' at
 Shit, wow, I'm like my  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  words
 Exist, whose mom's probably would of never gave two squirts of piss, 'till I  so much
 Motherfuckin' turbulence, straight out the tube, right into your living  I came, and kids
 Flipped when they knew  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  that's why they put my
 Lyrics up under  microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope, waitin'
 To choke, tightening around my throat, watching me  I write this, like I don't like this,
 Nope, all I  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,  in Boston,
  it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom, so now I'm catchin' the flack
 From these  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  pal, the posterchild, the motherfuckin'
 Spokesman now for...
 
 [Chorus]
 
 So to the parents of  I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her
 Character, the ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns, sent to  the march right up to
 The steps of congress, and piss  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 
 Hypocrisy, fuck you Ms. Cheney, fuck you Tipper Gore, fuck you with the freest  speech this
 Divided states of embarrassment will  me to have, fuck you, [vocal melody],
 He, hahaha, I'm just playin' America,  know I love you...