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