D12 - Aint Nuttin' But Music lyrics

[Eminem] It's sh** like this I kick to these rich white kids Who just might see how f**ed up this sick life is Ooops I did it again didn't I my sh**'s harder To figure out than what Britney's tit size is Oooh I probably pissed you off again didn't I b**h So what Christina Gaguilera kiss my grits You know how many sh**s I give. I wish I did So I can quit givin these twisted little kids ideas This just in, Britney just dissed Justin She just f**ed Ben, got tit f**ed and dick s**ed him If Affleck can get his a** licked, how come I can't sh** Goddamn b**h I'm rich I can't understand this Are those pictures they made of us together on the internet As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the back And sh** when it comes to that I hit harder from the back Than Everlast when he's pluggin Lethal in his f**in a** Just give me one more chance Britney hit me one more time Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line To sniff, you f**ers know what time it is f** your j**elery my record's almost diamond, BEEOTCH! [HOOK 2X: Eminem + Dr Dre] What's goin on in the world today People fightin, feudin, lootin, it's okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell 'em Dre- It aint nuttin but music [Bizarre] Eminem doesn't like N'Sync, well I do So f** him, and the Backstreet Boys too Whatever happened to the cast of Different Strokes Gary's broke, Todd's snortin coke, and Dana overdosed I got two little boys wit me Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me I'm up early wit my hair curly Me and Mr. Furly, f**in Laverne and Shirley! [Kuniva] Alotta rappers are livin in la la land That's why I let my dogs out on the Baha men As bad as a life I had, I'm not mad I don't need to be a jacka** to beat up my dad My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky But grannie I'm a flunky I could be a junky I could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene [Kon Artis] To all the independent women in the house! (HOUSE!) Show us your tits and shut your motherf**in mouth! (WHAT?!) [Proof] Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston The sh**'s she's usin' (SNIFF!) Jesse Jackson, reverend scandal Got George Michael's, Tevin Campbells PeeWee Herman's, peep show places Public restrooms, beat those cases [HOOK] [Swifty McVay] Huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what) We done turned their kids into little body snatchers Aint like where I'm from, we don't bite our tongue Are you sure you want n***as 21 to carry guns It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme Where you work you aint gettin paid for that overtime It's only music, media know it but they blind I aint in your light, so stay they hell up outta mine Y'all the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin If you people get offended I don't care (stop cryin) Tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint clean (uh, uh) But holdin back on what I say just aint me [Kon Artis] Now what's these parents all mad for? (Your music is bad for 'um) For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers Carson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our b**h (SHUTUP!) Broke or rich, I still do that same old sh** I don't jump in front of a camera and change no sh** So when they ask me about my sarcasticness I just slap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this [HOOK]