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 'Til it stays stuck in your head for days and days Who woulda 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' nothin' 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 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 T-R-L, 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 T-R-L, 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 dimples would help Make ladies swoon baby (ooh baby) Look at myself! Let's do the math If I was black I woulda sold half I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that But I can rap so fuck school I'm too cool to go back Gimme the mic Show me where the fuckin' studios 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 who looked 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 hes got Like damn we just swapped Sittin' back look at this shit wow I'm like "My skin, is it startin' to work to my benefit now?" 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 T-R-L, 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 T-R-L, look how many hugs I get See the problem is I speak to suburban kids Who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist Whose mom's probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss 'Til I created so much muthafuckin' turbulence Straight out the tube right into ya livin' rooms 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 wit' me too because I looked like them That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope Searchin' wit' a fine toothed comb It's like this rope waitin' to choke Tightenin' around my throat Watchin' me while I write this like "I dont like this, no!" All I hear is Lyrics lyrics constant controversy Sponsors workin' round the clock To try to stop my concerts early Surely hip hop is never a problem In Harlem only in Boston After it bothered ya fathers Of daughters startin' to blossom Now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists When they raggin' Actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch and say fagot Shit, Just look at me like I'm ya closest pal A poster child The muthafuckin' spokesman now for 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 T-R-L, 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 T-R-L, look how many hugs I get So to the parents of America I am the derringer aimed at little Erica To attack her character The ring leader of the 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 this democracy of hypocrisy Fuck you Ms. Cheney Fuck you tipper Gore Fuck you with the free-ness of speech this Divided states of embarrassment will allow me to have Fuck you! Ha ha ha! I'm just playin' America, you know I love you