Play
00:00

We as Americans Lyrics

Produced By: Eminem & Luis Resto

PYONG!
10

You pyonged “Eminem – We as Americans”

Publish Note No Thanks
Follow Share

[Intro]
There's an intruder.. in my house
He cut my phone line.. can't dial out
I scream for police.. but I doubt
They're gonna hear me.. when I shout


[Verse 1]
A couple of cocktails'll send me to jail
There's a couple of cops hot on my trail

But this time, when I get pulled over
There's a Doberman Pinscher and a pitbull in the seat
These pigs'll get bit foolin with me, quit foolin with me
Bitch, you're gonna see, no pistol in the seat

Why it always gotta be an issue when you're me?
And which you're gonna see in the long run, I'mma be the wrong one

You wanna harass with this limo-tinted glass
Flashin that flashlight on my ass, where was you at
Last night when them assholes, ran up on my grass?

Rapper slash actor, kiss the crack of my cracker slash ass
They took away my right to bear arms
What I'm 'posed to fight with bare palms?
Yeah right, they comin with bombs, I'm comin with flare guns
We as Americans

[Hook]
We as a Americans, us as a citizen
Gotta protect ourselves, look at how shit has been
We better check ourselves, livin up in these streets
Through worse and through better health, survivin by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen

We are samaritans, what do we get us in
We better check ourselves, look at how shit has been
Take a look where you live, this is America
And we are Americans


[Verse 2]
I make beaucoup bucks, wearin beaucoup vests
Drama hanging over my head like a voodoo hex
I coulda been next to fly over the cuckoo's nest
With you know who, with an S tatooed to my chest
But I've finessed it, now I've got the industry pissy
Ever since me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on 50
It's funny, we got a buzz spreadin quicker
Than makin paper airplanes out of a twenty
, fuck money!
I don't rap for dead presidents; I'd rather see the president *dead*
It's never been said, but I set precedents

And the standards and they can't stand it
My name shoulda been bastard, the shit shoulda been plastered
On my forehead with a stamp,
I shoulda been blasted
I shoulda been had a cap put in my ass

But I'm too swift and fast for that, I'm past it
I'm too old to go and cruise Gratiot, fuck that shit
I done seen how fast this rap shit
Can turn into some pap-pap shit, that quick, snap click

But this time they got fuckin auto-ma-tic
Ain't no one gon' test this mon, clack-click!


[Hook]

[Eminem]
(sshhhhh)
I got a secret if you can keep it between us

I tuck two nina's under my jeans either side of my penis
Under my longjohns, under my Sean Johns
When runnin with the long arm of the law I'm long gone
I'mma do five years, no less than that, no questions asked
So it might be a good idea to stop right here
And quit while I'm ahead,
already in the red
Already got a steady infrared meant for my head
A target on my back, bigger problems than that
Bin Laden on my ass, he probably gon' send a task

I ain't gon' even ask, they ain't gon' let me pack
They ain't gon' gimme my semi but I got my mac back


[Hook]

Song lyrics have been changed by someone else. Copy your work to your clipboard and click here to reload.
Play
00:00