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Lyrics
Submitted By: Casper |
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Whatever.. |
Dre, just let it run |
Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit |
Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it |
Just shut up and listen, aiyyo.. |
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I sit back with this pack of
Zigzags and this bag |
of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be |
the most meanest MC on this -- on this Earth |
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse |
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works |
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve |
all this tension dispensin these sentences |
Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest |
and I rest again peacefully (peacefully).. |
but at least have the decency in you |
to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out |
in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter |
to not come and speak to me (speak to me).. |
I don't know you and no, |
I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing |
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think |
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick |
if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty).. |
No patience is in me and if you offend me |
I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air |
I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you |
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit |
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe |
I'm tired of all you (of all you).. |
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me |
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And I am, whatever you say I am |
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? |
In the paper, the news everyday I am |
Radio won't even play my jam |
Cause I am, whatever you say I am |
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? |
In the paper, the news everyday I am |
I don't know it's just the way I am |
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Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered |
with all of this nonsense it's constant |
And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content - |
- the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses" |
And all of this controversy circles me |
and it seems like the media immediately |
points a finger at me (finger at me).. |
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie |
or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up |
when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up |
with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too |
When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school |
and they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin |
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at |
Middle America, now it's a tragedy |
Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty |
havin this happenin (this happenin).. |
then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way).. |
But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire |
to burn and it's burnin and I have returned |
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Chorus |
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I'm so sick and tired of bein admired |
that I wish that I would just die or get fired |
and dropped from my label and stop with the fables |
I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is.." |
And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation |
to cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations |
And I just do not got the patience (got the patience).. |
to deal with these cocky
Caucasians who think |
I'm some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk |
with an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin |
the same fuckin questions (fuckin questions).. |
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in |
The why, the who what when, the where, and the how |
'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out |
cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it |
I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit |
And I'm thankful for ev-ery fan that I get |
But I can't take a SHIT, in the bathroom |
without someone standin by it |
No I won't sign your autograph |
You can call me an asshole I'm glad |
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Chorus
(except change first word "Cause" to "And") |
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