(White America)
Until I met Dre, the only one who looked past
Look at myself,
The women and men who have broke their necks
Bleachin' my hair wit some peroxide
Little Eric looks just like this
But I can rap so fuck school
Now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists
I go to 'TRL'
I could be one of your kids
To attack her character
'I dont like this, no'
I shoveled shit all my life and now I'm dumpin' it on
Yea
(White America)
To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy
When they raggin'
So to the parents of America
I could be one of your kids
And piss on the lawns of the White House
And say faggot shit
How can I predict my words and have an impact like this
(White America)
Watchin' me while I write this like
Lets do the math if I was black I woulda sold half
Thats all it took and they were instantly hooked right in
After it bothered ya fathers of daughters startin' to blossom
Look how many hugs I get
(White America)
Fuck you Ms Cheeney
Cuz Congress keeps tellin' me
Straight out the tube right into ya livin' rooms I came
Helped him get back to the top
I could be one of your kids
That I would catapult to the fore front of rap like this
A poster child
(Ooo baby)
Erica loves my shit
These moms probly woulda never gave two squirts of piss
See the problem is I speak to suburban kids
Almost gave up, I was like 'Fuck it'
And now they sayin' Im in trouble wit the government
Little Eric looks just like this
(White America)
This divided states of embarrassment will allow me to have
Or so we're told
Show me where the fuckin' studio's at
(White America)
Who would a thought standin' in this mirror
Yea
No lables wanted to sign me
For the freedom of speech
Erica loves my shit
Look how many hugs I get
(White America)
Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs
We love you
Just sprays and sprays straight through your radio waves
I could be one of your kids
Little Eric looks just like this
I never would a dreamed in a million years I'd see
(White America)
Its like this rope waitin' to choke tightenin' around my throat
Make ladies swoon baby
Sittin' back look at this shit wow
(White America)
So many lives I touched
It plays and plays till it stays stuck in your head
(Huh huh huh ahh)
Fuck you tipper Gore
(White America)
Sponsors workin' round the clock
Erica loves my shit
The United States Government has sworn to uphold
I am the damager aimed at little Erica
How many people are proud to be
Erica loves my shit
If they were brown
The stripes and the stars for the rights of men
(Oooh)
Look how many hugs I get
The mothafuckin' spokesman now
I musta struck a chord wit somebody up in the office
Ha ha ha
I go to 'TRL'
(White America)
Fuck you with the freeness of speech
For every white fan that he's got like damn we just swapped
Look how many hugs I get
I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln high school to know that
I'm lovin' it
Look how many hugs I get
And they connected wit me too 'cuz I looked like them
Reachin' for a T shirt to wear
Little Eric looks just like this
(White America)
When I was underground no one gave a fuck I was white
Till I created so much mothafuckin' turbulence
And kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre
Who have died for the protect?
With a parental advisory sticker
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
Little Eric looks just like this
(Huh huh huh ahh)
That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
I go to 'TRL'
Shady lose, shady sits on the shelf, but shady is cute
(White America)
Gave me a chance and I lit a fire up under his ass
Erica loves my shit
(White America)
Every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange
(White America)
To try to stop my concerts early
Surely 'Hip Hop' is never a problem in Harlem only in Boston
I go to 'TRL'
Erica loves my shit
Actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch
(White America)
Look how many hugs I get
Little Eric looks just like this
(White America)
(Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words of this song)
To burn the casket and replace it
All I hear is lyrics, lyrics constant controversy
I go to 'TRL'
For days and days
So much anger aimed at no particular direction
Citizens of this beautiful country of ours?
Just look at me like I'm ya closest pal
The ring leader of the circus of worthless pawns
Searchin' wit a fine toothed comb
(White America)
(Huh huh huh ahh)
Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like ourself
I'm too cool to go back gimme the mic
Shady knew shady's dimples would help
I could be one of your kids
Who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist
So many mothafuckin' people who feel like me
I could be one of your kids
I'm like 'My skin, is it startin' to work to my benefit now?'
Fuck you
Yea
I go to 'TRL'
I ain't causin' nottin' but problems
Its like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me
