Early Years Tekst
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 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 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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Tidlige år Tekst
Amerika, hahaha, vi elsker dig, hvor mange mennesker er stolte over at være borgere i dette smukke
land af vores, striberne og stjerner til de rettigheder, som mænd døde for at beskytte,
kvinder og mænd, der har brød deres halss for ytringsfrihed USA
regeringen har svoret at opretholde, eller så vi er fortalt...
Yo'', jeg ønsker alle at lytte til ordene i denne sang, jeg aldrig ville har drømt i en
millioner år jeg ville se, så mange motherfuckin'' mennesker, der føler sig som mig, der deler de samme synspunkter
og de samme nøjagtige overbevisning, det er ligesom en fuckin'' hær marchin'' i bagsiden af mig, på så mange liv, som jeg
Touch, så meget vrede, sigte i nogen bestemt retning, blot sprays og sprays og straight
gennem din radiobølger spiller og spiller, ''till den forbliver fast i dit hoved i dage og
dage, som ville tankefrihed, stående i dette filspejl bleachin'' mit hår, med nogle Peroxid,
reachin til en t-shirt dupsko, der gerne catapult til forkant med rap dette, hvordan
kunne forudsige jeg mine ord ville have en virkning som denne, skal jeg har slået en korde med somebody
op på kontoret, årsag kongres holder fortæller mig jeg ikke causin'' nuthin «men problemer, og nu
de sayin'' jeg i problemer med regeringen, jeg lovin'' det, jeg shoveled lort hele mit liv,
og nu dumping det på...
[Kor]
White America, jeg kunne være en af dine børn, hvid America, lidt Eric ser ligesom dette,
hvid America, Erica elsker mit lort, jeg gå til TRL, se, hvor mange hugs jeg får, hvid America, jeg
kunne være en af dine børn, hvid America, lidt Eric ligner blot denne, hvid America, Erica
elsker mit lort, jeg gå til TRL, se hvor mange hugs får jeg...
Se på disse blot gerne selv, hvis de var brun, Shady mister, Shady øjne, baby blå, baby
sidder på hylden, men Shady''s cute, Shady vidste, Shady''s dimple ville hjælpe, gøre mine damer dåne
Baby, {ooh baby}, se på min salg, lad os gøre matematiske, hvis jeg var sort, jeg ville har solgt halvdelen, jeg
Ain''t har til kandidateksamen fra Lincoln high school at vide, at, men jeg kunne rap, så fuck skole,
Jeg er også cool vende tilbage, gimme mic, Vis mig hvor fuckin'' studiet ''s at, da jeg var
Underground, ingen gav en fuck jeg var hvid, ingen etiketter ønskede at underskrive mig, næsten gav, jeg var
ligesom, fuck det, indtil jeg mødte Dre, den eneste til at se tidligere, gav mig en chance, og jeg lit brand
under hans røv, hjalp ham med at komme tilbage til toppen, hver ventilator sort, jeg fik, var sandsynligvis hans i
udveksling for hver hvid ventilator, der fik han, ligesom damn, vi bare byttes, sittin'' tilbage lookin'' på
lort, wow, jeg er ligesom min hud er det begynder at arbejde til min fordel nu, det har
[Kor]
Se problemet er, jeg taler til forstæder kids, der ellers ville af aldrig vidste disse ord
findes, hvis mom sandsynligvis ville af aldrig gav to tryk af Pis, ''till jeg oprettet så meget
motherfuckin'' turbulens, lige ud af røret, lige ind i din dagligstue, hvor jeg kom, og børn
spejlvendt når de vidste, at jeg blev produceret af Dre, det er alt det tog og de øjeblikkeligt blev tilsluttet
ret i, og de forbundet med mig også fordi jeg lignede dem, så ''s hvorfor de sætte min
lyric''s op under denne mikroskop, searchin'' med en fint tooth kammen, dens lignende denne fange, waitin''
chokerspjæld, stramning omkring min hals, watching me, mens jeg skriver dette, ligesom jeg ikke kan lide dette,
Nej, alle hører jeg er, sangtekster, lyrics, konstant kontrovers, sponsorer arbejder '' døgnet rundt, til
forsøger at stoppe min koncerter tidligt, sikkert hip-hop var aldrig et problem i Harlem, kun i Boston,
efter det gidet fædre døtre begynder at blomstre, jeg så nu catchin'' kritik
fra disse aktivister når de raggin'', actin'' lide jeg er den første rapper til lugter en bitch, eller
sige faggot, lort, se blot på mig, ligesom jeg er din nærmeste pal, posterchild, motherfuckin''
talsmand nu for...
[Kor]
Så er forældrene Amerikas, jeg lidt Erica, at angribe hende sigter
tegn, anfører dette cirkus af værdiløs bønder, sendt til at føre marchen højre op til
trin af Kongressen og Pis på græsplæner i det hvide hus, til at brænde casket og erstatte
det med en parental rådgivende mærkat, at spytte væske i ansigter i dette demokrati af
hykleri, fuck du Ms. Cheney, fuck du Tipper Gore, fuck du med de frieste af indlæg dette
splittet vil embarassment tillade mig at have, fuck du, [vocal melodi],
han, hahaha, jeg bare playin'' America, du ved, jeg elsker dig...
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