Intro
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Oh! Ladies and gentlemen
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The moment you've all been waiting for
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In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
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With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders
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The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady! (Let's go!)
[Chorus]
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So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
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Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
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Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
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Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
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Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
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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
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It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Interlude]
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Okay, let's go!
[Verse 1]
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Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
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Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust
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Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus
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Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
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It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
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It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
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Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut
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Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts
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Now picture us; it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought
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'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
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Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
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It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room
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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
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Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes
[Chorus]
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So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Fm
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
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Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Fm
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
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Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
Fm
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
Fm
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Break 1]
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Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre!
[Verse 2]
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They see that low rider go by, they're like, "Oh my!"
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You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
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I dip through in that Six-Trey like, "Sick 'em, Dre!"
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I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me
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But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
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'Cause over and above all, it's just another day
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And this one begins where the last one ends
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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
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Drivin' around with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in
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Grab another one from out the stable
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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?
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Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision
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Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
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Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though
[Chorus]
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So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Fm
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
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Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Fm
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
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Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
Fm
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
Fm
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Break 2]
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And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 Cent!
[Verse 3]
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It's bottle after bottle
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The money ain't a thing when you party with me
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It's what we into, it's simple
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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
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Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
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I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
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Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan', do what you want
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Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what?
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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'
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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)
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I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? (Yeah)
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Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit (Haha)
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Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, "Move," a bitch move
[Chorus]
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So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Fm
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
C# C
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Fm
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
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Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
Fm
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
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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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