Tonart: C# minor•
Verse 1
G#
C#m
F#m
Oh,
A
G#
ladies and gentlemen
C#m
The moment you've all
G#
C#m
weighing 175 pounds
F#m
A
G#
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults,
C#m
F#m
and 4 murders
A
The undisputed,
G#
C#m
most diabolical villain in the world
G#
A
Slim Shady (let's go)
Verse 2
let your body waddle
C#m
Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
A
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches bitches
G#
bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
C#m
Got one ridin' shotgun and
G#
no, not one of 'em got clothes
A
Now where's the rubbers?
G#
Who's got the rubbers?
C#m
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not
And ladies love us,
G#
my posse's kickin' up dust
C#m
It's on 'til the break
of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Verse 3
Verse 4
you'll just be another one bit the dust
A
Just one of my mothers sons
G#
who got thrown under the bus
C#m
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese
A
It disgusts me to see the game
G#
the way that it looks
C#m
It's a must I redeem my name
and haters get mushed
G#
they love me when I lay in the cut
the lady gave her eighty-some paper paper cut
G#
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 picture perfect,
C#m
Every verse, every line, as simple
as nursery rhymes
G#
the elephants have entered the room
C#m
I venture to say we're the center of attention,
it's true
A
Not to mention back with a vengeance,
G#
so here's the signal
C#m
Of the bat symbol,
G#
the platinum trio's back on you hoes
Verse 5
G#
let your body waddle
C#m
Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
A
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches bitches bitches
C#m
Got one ridin' shotgun and
no, not one of 'em got clothes
A
Now where's the rubbers?
G#
Who's got the rubbers?
C#m
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not
And ladies love us,
G#
my posse's kickin' up dust
C#m
It's on 'til the break
of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Verse 6
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
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
I dip through in that six-trey,
G#
like like "Sick 'em, Dre"
C#m
I'm an itch that they can't scratch,
they 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
An d this one begins where
C#m
Pick up where we left off
and get smashed again
G#
just fucked around and crashed my Benz
C#m
Driving 'round with a smashed
front end
G#
Grab another one from out
the stable
El Camino or the El Dorado?
G#
A
The hell if I know
G#
Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
C#m
Decisions, decisions
F#m
Garage looks like Precision Collision
A
G#
Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
C#m
Just keep the bass low,
G#
speakers away from your face though
Verse 7
G#
let your body waddle
C#m
Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
A
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches bitches bitches
C#m
Got one ridin' shotgun and
no, not one of 'em got clothes
A
Now where's the rubbers?
G#
Who's got the rubbers?
C#m
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not
And ladies love us,
G#
my posse's kickin' up dust
C#m
It's on 'til the break
of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Verse 8
C#m
And I take great pleasure in introducing,
F#m
50 Cent
Verse 9
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
I'm the Napalm, the bomb,
G#
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 marijuana, 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
G#
I spend it like it don't mean 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)
C#m
I get s what the fuck I want,
F#m
A
so what I trick? (Yeah)
Fat-ass Birkin bag,
G#
some classy shit (haha)
C#m
Jimmy Choo shoes,
G#
I say, "Move," a bitch move
Verse 10
G#
let your body waddle
C#m
Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
A
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches bitches bitches
C#m
Got one ridin' shotgun and
no, not one of 'em got clothes
A
Now where's the rubbers?
G#
Who's got the rubbers?
C#m
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not
And ladies love us,
G#
my posse's kickin' up dust
C#m
It's on 'til the break
of dawn
Outro 1
C#m
G#
A
And we're starting this party from dusk
G#
C#m
A
G#
C#m
A
G#
C#m
A
G#
C#m
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