Crack A Bottle

G# -  466544
C#m - x46654


[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#  
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 
    C#m
assaults, and 4 murders
      A              G#       
The undisputed, most diabolical 
                 C#m
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                                 
  Now, where's the rubbers? Who's 
G#
got the rubbers?
          C#m
I noticed there's so many of 'em

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


[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                                 
  Now, where's the rubbers? Who's 
G#
got the rubbers?
          C#m
I noticed there's so many of 'em

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


[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                          
I'll be damned, just fucked around 
    G#
and crashed my Benz
         C#m                       
Drivin' around with a smashed front
                          A
 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                
The hell if I know, do I want 
         G#
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]
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                                 
  Now, where's the rubbers? Who's 
G#
got the rubbers?
          C#m
I noticed there's so many of 'em

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


[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                          
I spend it like it don't mean 
 G#
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)
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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]
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                                 
  Now, where's the rubbers? Who's 
G#
got the rubbers?
          C#m
I noticed there's so many of 'em

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 
                               C#m 
we're starting this party from dusk
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