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