Intro
A# A
Oh! Ladies and gentlemen
Dm
The moment you've all been waiting for
A# A Dm
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
A# A Dm
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders
A# A Dm
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady! (Let's go!)
[Chorus]
A# A
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Dm
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
A# A
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Dm
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
A# A
Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
Dm
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
A# A
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
Dm
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Interlude]
N.C.
Okay, let's go!
[Verse 1]
A# A
Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
Dm
Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust
A# A
Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus
Dm
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
A# A
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
Dm
It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
A# A
Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut
Dm
Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts
A# A
Now picture us; it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought
Dm
'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
A# A
If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every time
Dm
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
A# A
It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room
Dm
I venture to say we're the center of attention, it's true
A# A
Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal
Dm
Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes
[Chorus]
A# A
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Dm
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
A# A
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Dm
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
A# A
Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
Dm
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
A# A
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
Dm
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Break 1]
N.C.
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre!
[Verse 2]
A# A
They see that low rider go by, they're like, "Oh my!"
Dm
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
A# A
I dip through in that Six-Trey like, "Sick 'em, Dre!"
Dm
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me
A# A
But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
Dm
'Cause over and above all, it's just another day
A# A
And this one begins where the last one ends
Dm
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
A# A
I'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
Dm A#
Drivin' around with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in
A
Grab another one from out the stable
Dm
The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado?
A# A
The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Dm
Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision
A# A
Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
Dm
Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though
[Chorus]
A# A
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Dm
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
A# A
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Dm
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
A# A
Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
Dm
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
A# A
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
Dm
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Break 2]
N.C.
And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 Cent!
[Verse 3]
A# A
It's bottle after bottle
Dm
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
A# A
It's what we into, it's simple
Dm
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
A# A
I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong
Dm
Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
A# A
I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
Dm
Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan', do what you want
A# A
Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what?
Dm
Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fuck
A# A
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
Dm
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfucker, I'm grown
A# A
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (Uh huh)
Dm
I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? (Yeah)
A# A
Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit (Haha)
Dm
Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, "Move," a bitch move
[Chorus]
A# A
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Dm
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
A# A
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Dm
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
A# A
Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
Dm
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
A# A
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
Dm Dm (6/4)
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Outro]
| A# A | Dm | x6
(fade out)
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