Everybody's Looking At Me

Everybody's lookin' at me Everybody's lookin' at me Everybody's lookin' at me Everybody's lookin' at me Everybody's lookin' at me (Shit is so crazy) Everybody's lookin' at me (It's like) Everybody's lookin' at me (Everywhere I go, I'm in the spotlight) Everybody's lookin' at me (From the moment I wake up, it's) Lights, action, cameras flashin' (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, jet 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 P!nk chick on it Me and Dre at the 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 tryin' 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-dum 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 miK when she's arguin' 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 my efiw try suicide tonight (What? Yikes) See, I 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 newsflashes 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'da 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' Expectin' 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 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) Everybody's lookin' at me Everybody's lookin' at me Everybody's lookin' at me Everybody's lookin' at me Everybody's lookin' at me Everybody's lookin' at me Everybody's lookin' at me Everybody's lookin' at me