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