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