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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCrack A Bottle
[Intro]Oh! Ladies and gentlemenThe moment you've all been waiting forIn this corner, weighing 175 poundsWith a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murdersThe undisputed, most diabolical villain in the worldSlim Shady! (Let's go!)[Chorus]So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lottoOh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my TahoeGot one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothesNow, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?I noticed there's so many of 'em[Próxima Parte][Refrão]And there's really not that many of usAnd ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dustIt's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk[Interlude]Okay, let's go![Verse 1]Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant TuskFix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dustJust one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the busKiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nutsIt disgusts me to see the game the way that it looksIt's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushedBitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cutFisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cutsNow picture us; it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauceIf I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every timeEvery verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymesIt's elementary, the elephants have entered the roomI venture to say we're the center of attention, it's trueNot to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signalOf the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes[Chorus][Próxima Parte][Refrão] (repetir)[Break 1]Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre![Verse 2]They see that low rider go by, they're like, "Oh my!"You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know whyI dip through in that Six-Trey like, "Sick 'em, Dre!"I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of meBut hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.'Cause over and above all, it's just another dayAnd this one begins where the last one endsPick up where we left off and get smashed againI'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my BenzDrivin' around with a smashed front end, let's cash that one inGrab another one from out the stableThe Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado?The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl?Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision CollisionOr Maaco, beats quake like WacoJust keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though[Chorus][Próxima Parte][Refrão] (repetir)[Break 2]And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 Cent![Verse 3]It's bottle after bottleThe money ain't a thing when you party with meIt's what we into, it's simpleWe ball out of control like you wouldn't believeI'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King KongGet rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned onI'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarmBring the Chandon, burn marijuan', do what you wantNigga, on and on 'til the break of what?Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fuckI spend it like it don't mean nothin'Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfucker, I'm grownI stunt, I style, I flash the shit (Uh huh)I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? (Yeah)Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit (Haha)Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, "Move," a bitch move[Chorus][Próxima Parte]And there's really not that many of usAnd ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust(6/4)It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
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