Everybody’s Looking At Me

Everybody's looking at me

Everybody is looking at me

Everybody's looking at me

Everybody is looking at me

Everybody's looking at me (shit is so crazy)

Everybody is looking at me (it's like)

Everybody's looking at me (everywhere I go, I'm in the spotlight)

Everybody is looking at me (from the moment I wake up, it's)

Lights, action, cameras flashing' (shh)

Managers, sponsors, concerts, monster mashin' (yeah)

Moshin', everyone thrashin' (ugh)

Laughin', lashin' in arrogant fashion

Type who might throw his underwear in the trash and

Wipe his ass with the American flag like Marilyn Manson (Haha)

Updated Axl Rose

White version of Shaft, pimp slappin' hoes (psh)

Pull up like a Mac, jеt black limos

Stretch so far back, can't see the back windows

Steppin' out, pink hats, furs, and minks

Bitch on each arm, what the fuck you think? (Shit)

Right arm got that kid from NSYNC's bitch on it (Britney)

Left arm got that little Pink chick on it

Me and Dre, at VMA's again

Pissin' off these lesbians and gays again (it's rainin' men)

Strut as we walk the carpet

Stop under the tarp and talk to Carson (what up?)

BJ's pleadin' with us not to start shit (please, please)

Not to stomp the shit out of chocolate starfish (no)

Pose for the snapshots, paparazzi (ch-ch)

Everybody's eyes are watchin'

Just trying to guess what I'ma do next, waitin' to see

I just walk in, sit down, and take my seat, it's like

What the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)

What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)

I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (and I have no privacy)

So keep them opinions and walk on by (oh-oh-oh)

I said, "What the hell are you looking at?" (I always feel like)

What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)

I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (and I have no privacy)

So keep them opinions and walk on by (oh-oh-oh)

Arrested for gun possession

Have I learned my lesson? Fuck no, 'nother Smith & Wesson

Pissed off, pistol whippin', let's pick contestants

Mr Just can't use his fist for weapons

Lookin' around for some next shit to step in

Twisted rep, y'all got a misconception

I wonder would I be misunderstood

If I wasn't from the hood, I was from some good

Uppity-due suburb in some upscale community?

I guess you can see what trailers do to me

Grow up, not give a fuck, fail in school and be cool as me

Scream, "Fuck sluts, jail, and jewelry"

I never would've dreamed women ever would've screamed

My name louder than when she's arguing with me

It's hard for me to be humble and still have it in me

To rumble with anybody who wants to

I must prove I'm no punk, he's punched through, it's for

Uncle, I know you're watchin'

And I'm much too much pride to show you that I'm hurtin' inside

I'll never let my guard down, this curtain is wide open and I

What the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)

What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)

I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (and I have no privacy)

So keep them opinions and walk on by (oh-oh-oh)

I said, "What the hell are you looking at?" (I always feel like)

What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)

I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (and I have no privacy)

So keep them opinions and walk on by (oh-oh-oh)

My private life is springer, five times a night

See it via satellite, live right on site and hold on tight

Shit, fuck the Tyson fight

You might see me try suicide tonight

See, I'm done fucked up and told so much

It's probably the only reason I sold so much

'Cause y'all know so much, what's left to do?

But try to keep my pointy-ass nose out of the news

'Cause news flashes travel faster than lightning rods

"Oh God, he's on stage with Elton John

He's got a motherfucking pink GLAAD T-Shirt on

Huggin' a homosexual, flippin' the cameras off"

"But at the Grammys? Thought Slim hated the Grammys

No, I said, "You think I give a damn about a Grammy?"

You never answered me

Now had you have asked me

I'd told you exactly why I wasn't here last year

See, there's nominees for the best album

Rap's got a separate category, now how come?

What are we, peons? Fuck Celine Dion

Pee on your corny award show you want me on

But guess what? That means you win

I can't give in and let y'all beat me again

Plus, this year, my record's almost diamond

I'm in the same category as Paul Simon

Ain't no other rap in the category I'm in

But they're callin' me to the stage, tellin' me I win

So just as I go on to approach the podium

The crowd's goin' nuts like they're about to explode or somethin'

Expecting me to give some acceptance speech

That's gonna knock each motherfucker out of their seats

But the truth is I ain't have shit to say

Except "Thanks, but you should've gave this shit to Dre"

So what the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)

What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watching' me)

I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (and I have no privacy)

So keep them opinions and walk on by (oh-oh-oh)

I said, "What the hell are you looking at?" (I always feel like)

What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watching' me)

I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (and I have no privacy)

So keep them opinions and walk on by (oh-oh-oh)

Everybody's looking at me

Everybody is looking at me

Everybody's looking at me

Everybody is looking at me

Everybody's looking at me

Everybody is looking at me

Everybody's looking at me

Everybody is looking at me