Published: 2025-09-01 11:00 Selection chords: Sarah Harris
Tonality
Intro:
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Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me
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Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me
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Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me
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Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me
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Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me (Shit is so crazy)
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Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me (Itʼs like)
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Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me (Everywhere I go, Iʼm in the spotlight)
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Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me (From the moment I wake up, itʼs)
Verse:
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Lights, action, cameras flashinʼ (Shh)
GBm
Managers, sponsors, concerts, monster mashinʼ (Yeah)
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Moshinʼ, everyone thrashinʼ (Ugh)
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Laughinʼ, lashinʼ in arrogant fashion
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Type who might throw his underwear in the trash and
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Wipe his ass with the American flag like Marilyn Manson (Haha)
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Updated Axl Rose
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Whitе version of Shaft, pimp slappinʼ hoes (Psh)
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Pull up like a Mac, jеt black limos
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Stretch so far back, canʼt see the back windows
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Steppinʼ out, pink hats, furs, and minks
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Bitch on each arm, what the fuck you think? (Shit)
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Right arm got that kid from NSYNCʼs bitch on it (Britney)
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Left arm got that little P!nk chick on it
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Me and Dre at the VMAʼs again
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Pissinʼ off these lesbians and gays again (Itʼs raininʼ men)
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Strut as we walk the carpet
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Stop under the tarp and talk to Carson (What up?)
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VJs pleadinʼ with us not to start shit (Please, please)
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Not to stomp the shit out of Chocolate Starfish (No)
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Pose for the snapshots, paparazzi (Ch-ch)
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Everybodyʼs eyes are watchinʼ
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Just tryinʼ to guess what Iʼma Do next, waitinʼ to see
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I just walk in, sit down, and take my seat, itʼs like
Chorus:
Fm
What the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)
GBm
What Do I look like, a crook? (Somebodyʼs watchinʼ me)
Fm
Iʼm not no criminal, Iʼm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)
GBm
So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)
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I said, "What the hell are you looking at?" (I always feel like)
GBm
What Do I look like, a crook? (Somebodyʼs watchinʼ me)
Fm
Iʼm not no criminal, Iʼm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)
GBm
So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)
Verse:
Arrested for gun possession
Have I learned my lesson? Fuck no, ʼnother Smith & Wesson
Pissed off, pistol whippinʼ, letʼs pick contestants
Mr. Just Canʼt Use His Fist For Weapons
Lookinʼ around for some next shit to step in
Twisted rep, yʼall got a misconception
I wonder would I be misunderstood
If I wasnʼt 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 wouldʼve dreamed women ever wouldʼve screamed
My name louder than miK when sheʼs arguinʼ with me
Itʼs hard for me to be humble and still have it in me to rumble with anybody who wants to
I must prove Iʼm no punk, heʼs punched through, itʼs for uncle, I know youʼre watchinʼ
And Iʼm much too much pride to show you that Iʼm hurtinʼ inside
Iʼll never let my guard down, this curtain is wide open and I
Chorus:
What the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)
What Do I look like, a crook? (Somebodyʼs watchinʼ me)
Iʼm not no criminal, Iʼm 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? (Somebodyʼs watchinʼ me)
Iʼm not no criminal, Iʼm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)
So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)
Verse:
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
Itʼs probably the only reason I sold so much
ʼCause yʼall know so much, whatʼs left to do?
But try to keep my pointy-ass nose out of the news
ʼCause newsflashes travel faster than lightning rods
"Oh God, heʼs on stage with Elton John
Heʼs got a motherfucking pink GLAAD T-Shirt on
Hugginʼ a homosexual, flippinʼ 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, Iʼda told you exactly why I wasnʼt here last year
See, thereʼs nominees for the best album
Rapʼs 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 canʼt give in and let yʼall beat me again
Plus, this year, my recordʼs almost diamond
Iʼm in the same category as Paul Simon
Ainʼt no other rap in the category Iʼm in
But theyʼre callinʼ me to the stage, tellinʼ me I win
So just as I Go on to approach the podium
The crowdʼs goinʼ nuts like theyʼre about to explode or somethinʼ
Expectinʼ me to give some acceptance speech
Thatʼs gonna knock each motherfucker out of their seats
But the truth is, I ainʼt have shit to say
Except, "Thanks, but you shouldʼve gave this shit to Dre," so
Chorus:
What the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)
What Do I look like, a crook? (Somebodyʼs watchinʼ me)
Iʼm not no criminal, Iʼm 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? (Somebodyʼs watchinʼ me)
Iʼm not no criminal, Iʼm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)
So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)
Outro:
Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me
Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me
Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me
Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me
Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me
Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me
Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me
Everybodyʼs lookinʼ at me
