Key: C# minor•
Intro 1
F#m
G#m
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C#m
The moment you've all been waiting for
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G#
C#m
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
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With a record of 17 rapes,
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400 assaults, and 4 murders
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The undisputed, most diabolical villain
Slim Shady!
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Chorus 1
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So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
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you just hit the lot to
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G#
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
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not one of 'em got clothes
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And there's really not that many of us
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and we're starting this party from dusk
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Back with
Verse 1
G#m
A
Just one of my mother's sons
F#m
lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
G#m
A
It disgusts me to see the game
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A
Bitches lust, man, they love me
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A
Now picture us;
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it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought
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'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets
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A
If I could fit the words,
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A
It's ele mentary,
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I venture to say we're the center of attention,
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A
Not to mention back with a vengeance,
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Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's
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G#m
back on you hoes
Chorus 2
A
G#
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
F#m
G#m
you just hit the lot to
A
G#
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
F#m
G#m
not one of 'em got clothes
F#m
G#m
And there's really not that many of us
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G#m
and we're starting this party from dusk
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G#m
Verse 2
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They see that low rider go by,
they're like, "Oh my!"
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why you're sick 'cause I know why
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G#
I dip through in that Six-Trey like,
"Sick 'em, Dre!"
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they're sick of me
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G#
But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
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it's just another day
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And this one begins where the last one ends
G#m
A
I'll be damned, just fucked around
C#m
Drivin' 'round with a smashed front end,
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G#m
A
let's cash that one in
G#m
A
The hell if I know,
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Decisions, decisions, garage looks like
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G#m
Precision Collision
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G#
Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
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speakers away from your face though
Chorus 3
A
G#
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
F#m
G#m
you just hit the lot to
A
G#
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
F#m
G#m
not one of 'em got clothes
F#m
G#m
And there's really not that many of us
F#m
G#m
and we're starting this party from dusk
G#m
It's
Verse 3
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bottle after bottle
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A
G#
It's what we into, it's simple
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A
I'm the napalm, the bomb,
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F#m
G#m
Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
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G#
I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
G#m
A
G#
Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what?
G#m
A
G#
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
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Blow it like it's supposed to be blown,
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A
G#
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit
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A
G#
Fat- ass Birkin bags, some classy shit
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a bitch move
Chorus 4
A
G#
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
F#m
G#m
you just hit the lot to
A
G#
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
F#m
G#m
not one of 'em got clothes
F#m
G#m
And there's really not that many of us
F#m
G#m
and we're starting this party from dusk
C#m
F#m
G#m
Outro 1
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C#m
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[Repeat and fade]
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