Crack A Bottle

[Intro]
A G#
Oh! Ladies and gentlemen
C#m
The moment you've all been waiting for
A G# C#m
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
A G# C#m
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders
A G# C#m
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady! (Let's go!)

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

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

[Chorus]
[Próxima Parte]
[Refrão] (repetir)
[Break 1]
N.C.
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre!

[Verse 2]
A G#
They see that low rider go by, they're like, "Oh my!"
C#m
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
A G#
I dip through in that Six-Trey like, "Sick 'em, Dre!"
C#m
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me
A G#
But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
C#m
'Cause over and above all, it's just another day
A G#
And this one begins where the last one ends
C#m
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
A G#
I'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
C#m A
Drivin' around with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in
G#
Grab another one from out the stable
C#m
The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado?
A G#
The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl?
C#m
Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision
A G#
Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
C#m
Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though

[Chorus]
[Próxima Parte]
[Refrão] (repetir)
[Break 2]
N.C.
And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 Cent!

[Verse 3]
A G#
It's bottle after bottle
C#m
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
A G#
It's what we into, it's simple
C#m
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
A G#
I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong
C#m
Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
A G#
I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
C#m
Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan', do what you want
A G#
Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what?
C#m
Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fuck
A G#
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
C#m
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfucker, I'm grown
A G#
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (Uh huh)
C#m
I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? (Yeah)
A G#
Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit (Haha)
C#m
Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, "Move," a bitch move

[Chorus]
[Próxima Parte]
And there's really not that many of us
A G#
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
C#m
C#m (6/4)
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk