Rittz - My Interview lyrics

Rittz: Damn just let me call
And get this interview overwith
I hate doing this shit reporter: Hello?
Rittz: Hey what up? This is Rittz
I was calling to do the
Interview with you today
Reporter: Oh, hey Rittz let me
Just get my recorder ready
And I'll be ready when you are
Rittz: Okay cool, shit I'm ready, let's do it
Reporter: So tell me who is Rittz?

That's a stupid question bitch, Rittz is me
A white boy from Gwinnett County Georgia
Been doing for some years never gave up
Now I get to live my dream
Reporter: And when did you start to rap?

I think I started to rap back in '92
I used to rhyme to Snoop
With some dude that I rode the bus with
Who played Geto Boys for me
When I ride to school and I was hooked

Reporter: So how'd your family act?

About the fact of rap they used to hate it
Said that I was actin' black
Pull your pants up boy
Mom and dad would snap
I had the black lumberjack with
The hat to match

Reporter: Did you make good grades?

Hell no, I flunked
Seventh grade, eigth grade
Ninth grade and up
I got expelled from selling weed
And when I came back
Everyday they would check my
Book bag for drugs

Reporter: Where did you get
The name Rittz from?

That's another dumb question
Are you a dumb bitch?
It's obvious that I got the
Named after the cracker
Because I'm white, please, next subject
Reporter: You got an attitude, homie?

I apologize
Plus I'm a little drunk and I'm always tired
I done answer these questions
A thousand times
And people still don't know my
Name and oh my God it's like

Everybody's asking all this shit about me
Wondering where I came from
Questioning my surroundings
And the same motherfuckers that dap me
Be the haters that used to doubt me
And I'm trying to answer their questions but
My memories just too cloudy for my interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch
Where you from? GA)
Fucked up in my interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch
Where you from? GA)
Pissed off in my interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch
Where you from? GA)
Representin in my interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch
Who you with? STRANGE)

Reporter: Was it hard to come
Here in Atlanta scene?

Yeah, it kinda sucked
If you ain't make the type of
Shit they play inside the club
Then the strippers don't dance and
The radio don't play you
Besides they ain't show Northside no love

Reporter: You're from Gwinnett County?

God damn right
There's a ton of us to represent so hard
Don't let the word suburb throw you off
Alot of people moved here
Get their head blown off

Reporter: I heard you rap about drugs alot

You probably would too if you grew
Up through the shit I seen
16 I was sniffing things
The shit changed when '96 Olympics came

Reporter: What you mean?

Everybody and their mama came to GC
Lot of home invasions, armed robberies
We kept running from the GCPD
Cause the crime rate kept increasing weekly

Reporter: So does that effect
What you rhyme about?

Fuck yes
So many nights, I spent in my mama's house
Geeked up on white, scared that I'm OD'ing
Thinking I'mma die trying to ride it out

Reporter: Not to change the subject
What's up with your hair?

God damn why do people care
Got grown men coming up to me
When it's tucked in like
"Please say you didn't cut it, is it there?"
And I swear it's like

Everybody's asking all this shit about me
Wondering where I came from
Questioning my surroundings
And the same motherfuckers that dap me
Be the haters that used to doubt me
And I'm trying to answer their questions but
My memories just too cloudy for my interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch
Where you from? GA)
Fucked up in my interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch
Where you from? GA)
Pissed off in my interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch
Where you from? GA)
Representin in my interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch
Who you with? STRANGE)

Reporter: So Yelawolf discovered you, right?

He said if he ever got the
Chance he would put me on
And when he blew, he did
I owe him everything
So if anybody fuck with my dude they dead

Reporter: So is it still Slumerican?

Of course it is
What up Shawty Fatt? What up, Strug'?
What up Newport, what up Will?
I'm about to kill shit
Can't nobody touch us dawg

Reporter: What do you say to those
Who say you rap too fast?

Don't listen if you don't like
The way that I rhyme
It cost you nothin', pay me no mind
Old slow boat fuck a lemon and lime

Reporter: You gettin' money now, right?

I came off tour with like twenty grand
I put a down payment on a new car
Paid my manager's off now I got like six
'Til I go out of town again

Reporter: How's your girlfriend dealing
With your new success

When I'm gone on the road all she does is cry
And acuses me of cheatin'
And sleepin' with chicks
When I'm usually chilling gettin'
Drunk and high

Reporter: Last question
Do you think the world is ready for a
Fat long hair piece of shit like you?

What? Fuck yeah bitch indeed I do
And I guess I gotta make you a believer too
It's like

Everybody's asking all this shit about me
Wondering where I came from
Questioning my surroundings
And the same motherfuckers that dap me
Be the haters that used to doubt me
And I'm trying to answer their questions but
My memories just too cloudy for my interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch
Where you from? GA)
Fucked up in my interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch
Where you from? GA)
Pissed off in my interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch
Where you from? GA)
Representin in my interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch
Who you with? STRANGE)

Reporter: PS don't you ever called me a bitch
Simple ass motherfucker red
Headed bastard get
The fuck outta here make this your first
And last interview with me cracker