crack a bottle chords by Eminem
Verse 1
E
Am
Dm
Oh,
F
E
ladies and gentlemen
Am
The moment you've all
Dm
been waiting for
F
In this corner,
E
Am
weighing 175 pounds
Dm
F
E
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults,
Am
Dm
and 4 murders
F
The undisputed,
E
Am
most diabolical villain in the world
E
F
Slim Shady (let's go)
Verse 2
E
So crack a bottle,
let your body waddle
Am
Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
F
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches bitches
E
bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Am
Got one ridin' shotgun and
E
no, not one of 'em got clothes
F
Now where's the rubbers?
E
Who's got the rubbers?
Am
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not
F
that many of us
And ladies love us,
E
my posse's kickin' up dust
Am
It's on 'til the break
of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
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Verse 3
Am
Okay, let's go
Dm
Back
Verse 4
F
with André the Giant,
E
Mr. Elephant Tusk
Am
Fix your musk,
you'll just be another one bit the dust
F
Just one of my mothers sons
E
who got thrown under the bus
Am
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese
E
from under my nuts
F
It disgusts me to see the game
E
the way that it looks
Am
It's a must I redeem my name
and haters get mushed
F
Bitches lust, man,
E
they love me when I lay in the cut
Am
Fisticuffs,
the lady gave her eighty-some paper paper cut
E
F
Now picture us it's ridiculous
E
you curse at the thought
Am
'Cause when I spit the verse the shit
gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
F
If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect,
E
works every time
Am
Every verse, every line, as simple
as nursery rhymes
F
It's elementary,
E
the elephants have entered the room
Am
I venture to say we're the center of attention,
it's true
F
Not to mention back with a vengeance,
E
so here's the signal
Am
Of the bat symbol,
E
the platinum trio's back on you hoes
Verse 5
F
So crack a bottle,
E
let your body waddle
Am
Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
F
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches bitches bitches
E
hoppin' in my Tahoe
Am
Got one ridin' shotgun and
no, not one of 'em got clothes
F
Now where's the rubbers?
E
Who's got the rubbers?
Am
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not
F
that many of us
And ladies love us,
E
my posse's kickin' up dust
Am
It's on 'til the break
of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Verse 6
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
F
E
They see that low rider go by they're like,
"Oh my"
Am
You ain't got to tell me why
you're sick 'cause I know why
F
I dip through in that six-trey,
E
like like "Sick 'em, Dre"
Am
I'm an itch that they can't scratch,
they sick of me
F
E
But hey, what else can I say?
I love L.A.
Am
'Cause over and above all,
it's just another day
F
An d this one begins where
E
the last one ends
Am
Pick up where we left off
and get smashed again
F
I'll be dammed,
E
just fucked around and crashed my Benz
Am
Driving 'round with a smashed
front end
F
Let's cash that one in
E
Grab another one from out
the stable
Am
The Monte Carlo,
El Camino or the El Dorado?
E
F
The hell if I know
E
Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Am
Decisions, decisions
Dm
Garage looks like Precision Collision
F
E
Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
Am
Just keep the bass low,
E
speakers away from your face though
Verse 7
F
So crack a bottle,
E
let your body waddle
Am
Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
F
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches bitches bitches
E
hoppin' in my Tahoe
Am
Got one ridin' shotgun and
no, not one of 'em got clothes
F
Now where's the rubbers?
E
Who's got the rubbers?
Am
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not
F
that many of us
And ladies love us,
E
my posse's kickin' up dust
Am
It's on 'til the break
of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Verse 8
Am
And I take great pleasure in introducing,
Dm
50 Cent
Verse 9
F
E
It's bottle after bottle
Am
The money ain't a thing when
you party with me
F
E
It's what we into, it's simple
Am
We ball out of control like
you wouldn't believe
F
I'm the Napalm, the bomb,
E
the Don, I'm King Kong
Am
Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
F
E
I'm so calm, through Vietnam,
ring the alarm
Am
Bring the Chandon,
burn marijuana, do what you want
F
E
Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what?
Am
Get the paper, man, I'm cakin',
you know I don't give a fuck
F
E
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
Am
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown,
motherfucker I'm grown
F
E
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (uh-huh)
Am
I get s what the fuck I want,
Dm
F
so what I trick? (Yeah)
Fat-ass Birkin bag,
E
some classy shit (haha)
Am
Jimmy Choo shoes,
E
I say, "Move," a bitch move
Verse 10
F
So crack a bottle,
E
let your body waddle
Am
Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
F
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches bitches bitches
E
hoppin' in my Tahoe
Am
Got one ridin' shotgun and
no, not one of 'em got clothes
F
Now where's the rubbers?
E
Who's got the rubbers?
Am
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not
F
that many of us
And ladies love us,
E
my posse's kickin' up dust
Am
It's on 'til the break
of dawn
Outro 1
Am
E
F
And we're starting this party from dusk
E
Am
F
E
Am
F
E
Am
F
E
Am
crack a bottle
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