ReloadLoony - White America Sample lyrics

America, hahaha, 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's for the freedom of speech the United States Government has sworn to uphold, or (Yo', I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) so we're told... I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherf**in' people who feel like me, who share the same views And the same exact beliefs, it's like a f**in' 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 Reaching 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 sh** 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 sh**, 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 sh**, 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** school I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the f**in' studio's at, when I was Underground, no one gave a f** I was white, no labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was Like, f** it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up Under his a**, 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 sh**, 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 Motherf**in' 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 Lyrics 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 b**h, or Say f*ggot, sh**, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the motherf**in' 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, f** you Ms. Cheney, f** you Tipper Gore, f** you with the freest of speech this Divided states of embarra**ment will allow me to have, f** you, [vocal melody] He, hahaha, I'm just playin' America, you know I love you...