Intro:
A    Ab
  Oh! Ladies and gentlemen
Dbm
  The moment you've all been waiting for
A                Ab         Dbm
  In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
                A        Ab      Dbm
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders
      A              Ab                        Dbm
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world

Slim Shady! -Let's go!-

Chorus:
A                    Ab
  So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
      Dbm
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
A                       Ab
  Oh-oh, oh-oh, xxxxxes hoppin' in my Tahoe
Dbm
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
A                                 Ab
  Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
          Dbm
I noticed there's so many of 'em

And there's really not that many of us
A                        Ab
  And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
     Dbm
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:
     A                         Ab
Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
         Dbm
Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust
         A                                  Ab
Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus
        Dbm
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
      A                            Ab
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
       Dbm
It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
        A                              Ab
xxxxxes lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut
     Dbm
Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts
            A                        Ab
Now picture us; it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought
              Dbm
'Cause when I spit the Verse the xxxx gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
           A                                    Ab
If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every time
      Dbm
Every Verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
        A                           Ab
It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room
            Dbm
I venture to say we're the center of attention, it's true
       A                                 Ab
Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal
       Dbm
Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes

Chorus:
A                    Ab
  So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
      Dbm
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
A                       Ab
  Oh-oh, oh-oh, xxxxxes hoppin' in my Tahoe
Dbm
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
A                                 Ab
  Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
          Dbm
I noticed there's so many of 'em

And there's really not that many of us
A                        Ab
  And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
     Dbm
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:
     A                     Ab
They see that low rider go by, they're like, "Oh my!"
Dbm
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
  A                       Ab
I dip through in that Six-Trey like, "Sick 'em, Dre!"
Dbm
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me
A                          Ab
  But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
       Dbm
'Cause over and above all, it's just another day
    A                         Ab
And this one begins where the last one ends
        Dbm
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
        A                              Ab
I'll be damned, just xxxxed around and crashed my Benz
         Dbm                                                 A
Drivin' around with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in
                      Ab
Grab another one from out the stable
          Dbm
The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado?
            A                         Ab
The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl?
    Dbm
Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision
A                Ab
  Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
     Dbm
Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though

Chorus:
A                    Ab
  So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
      Dbm
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
A                       Ab
  Oh-oh, oh-oh, xxxxxes hoppin' in my Tahoe
Dbm
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
A                                 Ab
  Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
          Dbm
I noticed there's so many of 'em

And there's really not that many of us
A                        Ab
  And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
     Dbm
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:
     A            Ab
It's bottle after bottle
    Dbm
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
             A          Ab
It's what we into, it's simple
   Dbm
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
        A                     Ab
I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong
    Dbm
Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
    A                    Ab
I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
          Dbm
Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan', do what you want
       A          Ab
xxxxx, on and on 'til the break of what?
        Dbm
Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a xxxx
  A                           Ab
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
                     Dbm
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherxxxxer, I'm grown
  A                 Ab
I stunt, I style, I flash the xxxx -Uh huh-
 Dbm
I gets what the xxxx I want, so what I trick? -Yeah-
    A                     Ab
Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy xxxx -Haha-
      Dbm
Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, "Move," a xxxxx move

Chorus:
A                    Ab
  So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
      Dbm
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
A                       Ab
  Oh-oh, oh-oh, xxxxxes hoppin' in my Tahoe
Dbm
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
A                                 Ab
  Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
          Dbm
I noticed there's so many of 'em

And there's really not that many of us
A                        Ab
  And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
     Dbm                                                          Dbm
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

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