[Intro]
Everybody's looking at me
Everybody's...looking at me
Everybody's looking at me
Everybody's...looking at me
Everybody's looking at me (Shit is so crazy)
Everybody's...looking at me (It's like)
Everybody's looking at me (Everywhere I go I'm in the spotlight)
Everybody's...looking at me (From the moment I wake up, it's)

[Verse 1]
Lights, action, cameras flashin' (Kssh)
Managers, sponsors, concerts, monster mashin' (Yeah)
Moshin', everyone thrashin' (Uh!)
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 limo
Stretch so far back, can't see the back windows (*whistle*)
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 (*kiss*)
Me and Dre at the VMAs again
Pissin' off these lesbians and gays again
It's rainin' men (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 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
[Chorus]
What the hell are you lookin' at? (I always feel like)
What do I look like, a crook? I'm not (Somebody's watchin' me)
No criminal, I'm just a plain ol' guy (And I have no privacy)
So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)
I said, what the hell are you lookin' at? (I always feel like)
What do I look like, a crook? I'm not (Somebody's watchin' me)
No criminal, I'm just a plain ol' guy (And I have no privacy)
So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)

[Verse 2]
Arrested for gun possession, have I learned my lesson?
Fuck no, 'nother Smith and 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 dumb suburb in some upscale community?
I guess you can see what trailers do to me
Grow up, not give a fuck, fail at school and be
Cool as me, scream "Fuck sluts, jail and jewelry!"
I never woulda dreamed women ever woulda screamed
My name louder than *** 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 watching, and I've 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
[Chorus]
What the hell are you lookin' at? (I always feel like)
What do I look like, a crook? I'm not (Somebody's watchin' me)
No criminal, I'm just a plain ol' guy (And I have no privacy)
So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)
I said, what the hell are you lookin' at? (I always feel like)
What do I look like, a crook? I'm not (Somebody's watchin' me)
No criminal, I'm just a plain ol' guy (And I have no privacy)
So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)

[Verse 3]
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 **** try suicide tonight (Aaah!)
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 outta the news?
'Cause newsflashes travel faster than lightning rods
Oh God, he's on stage with Elton John!
He's got a motherfuckin' 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 awards 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 to approach the podium
The crowd's goin' nuts like they're 'bout to explode or some'n'
Expectin' me to give some acceptance speech
That's gonna knock each motherfucker outta their seats
But the truth is, I ain't have shit to say
Except "thanks, but you shoulda gave this shit to Dre"
[Chorus]
So what the hell are you lookin' at? (I always feel like)
What do I look like, a crook? I'm not (Somebody's watchin' me)
No criminal, I'm just a plain ol' guy (And I have no privacy)
So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)
I said, what the hell are you lookin' at? (I always feel like)
What do I look like, a crook? I'm not (Somebody's watchin' me)
No criminal, I'm just a plain ol' guy (And I have no privacy)
So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)

[Outro]
Everybody's looking at me
Everybody's...looking at me
Everybody's looking at me
Everybody's...looking at me
Everybody's looking at me
Everybody's...looking at me
Everybody's looking at me
Everybody's...looking at me