Crack a bottle chords by Kotto
Verse 1
Am
Dm
F
E
Oh, ladies and gentlemen,
Am
the moment you've
Dm
all been waiting for.
F
E
Am
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds,
Dm
F
E
with a record of 17 breaks,
Am
400 assaults,
and 4 murders.
Dm
F
E
The undisputed, most diabolical villain
Am
E
in the world Slim Shady
F
So crack a bottle,
E
let your body waddle
Am
Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
F
E
Uh -oh, uh -oh, sloppin' in my totto
Am
Got one riding shotgun
and another one of them got gloves
F
Now where's the rubbers,
E
who's got the rubbers?
Am
I notice there's so many of them
F
and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us,
E
my pot's kickin' up dust
Am
Just a sob till the break of dawn
and we'll start on this party from dusk
Okay, let's go!
Dm
F
Back with Andre the Giant,
E
Mr. Elephant Test
Am
Bitch you must,
you'll be just another one bit of dust
F
Just one of them other songs
E
you got from under the bus
Am
Kiss my butt, from under trees,
from under my...
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
E
Just lost many love me when I lay in the cut
Am
Fist to cut the lady,
gave her eighty some paper cut
F
Now picture us, it's ridiculous,
E
the curse of the thought
Am
Cause when I spit the verse,
the sh** gets worse
than Worcestershire sauce
F
If I could fit the words,
E
I'd spit you perfect works every time
Am
Every verse, every line,
as simple as nursery rhymes
F
It's elementary, the elephants
E
have entered the room
Am
I bet you just say what
the central repetition is true
F
Not to mention back when the vengeance
E
so means the signal
Am
Of the bats and all the platinum
trios
Dm
back on your hoes
F
So crack a bottle,
E
let your body waddle
Am
Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
F
E
Uh -oh, uh -oh, stoppin' in my Tahoe
Am
Got one rider shockin'
and not one of them got gloves
F
Now where's the rubbers?
E
Who's got the rubbers?
Am
I notice there's so many of them
F
and there's really not that many of us
And ladies, lovers,
E
my pass is kickin' up dust
Am
Stop till the break of dawn
and we're startin' this
party from dust
This is a gem of us, Dr. Dre
Dm
F
E
They see that little rider go by,
they like, oh my
Am
You ain't got to tell me why
you're sick,
F
cause I know why I dip through in
E
that 6 tray like sick and dray
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
E
This one begins where the last one ends
Am
Pick up where we left off
and get smashed again
F
I'll be damned,
E
just around to crash 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
Dm
F
The hell if I know,
E
do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Am
Decisions, decisions,
garage looks like precision collision
F
E
Omegle, beats quake like Waco
Am
Just keep the bass low,
Dm
speakers away from your face though
F
So crack a bottle,
E
let your body waddle
Am
Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
F
E
Uh -oh, uh -oh, sloppin' in my toe
Am
Got one riding shotgun
and not one of them got gloves
F
Now where's the rubbers,
E
who's got the rubbers?
Am
I notice there's so many of them
F
and there's really not that many of us
And ladies, lovers,
E
my boss is kickin' up dust
Am
It's up till the break of dawn
and we're startin' this party from dust
And I take great pleasure
in introducing 56
E
F
E
It's bottle after bottle
Am
The money ain't the thing
when you party with me
F
E
It's what we're into, it's simple
Am
We fall out of control like
you wouldn't believe
F
E
I'm the napalm to bomb the dawn
Am
I'm King Kong, get rolled on
Wrapped up and ring done
F
E
I'm so calm, from Vietnam,
bring me along
Am
Bring the Chandon, blunt wand,
do what you want
F
E
Go on and on and to
the break of what?
Am
Get the paper man, I kick
and you know what I give a
F
E
I spin it like it don't mean nothin'
Am
Blow it like it's supposed
to be blown, ma
F
Cause I'm grown I stunt,
E
I style, I flash the sh**
Am
I guess what the f**k I want,
so what I trick
F
E
Ba dass, bad -ass, sh**
Am
Jimmy Choo shoes,
I say move a b**ch, move
F
So crack a bottle,
E
let your body waddle
Am
Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
F
E
Uh -oh, uh -oh, stoppin' in my tuttle
Am
Got one riding shotgun
and not one of them got gloves
F
Now where's the rubbers?
E
Who's got the rubbers?
Am
I notice there's so many of them
F
and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us,
E
my pasta's kickin' up dust
Am
Let's talk till the break of dawn
Dm
F
and we're startin' this party from dusk
E
Am
F
E
Am
F
E
Am
F
E
Am
F
E
Am
You
F
E
Am
F
Thank you.
Crack a bottle
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