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