Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all waiting for In this corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a of 17 rapes 400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed, diabolical in the world, Slim Shady!
So crack a bottle, let body waddle Don't act a snobby model You just hit the Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Got one riding shotgun and no not one of got gloves
Now where's the Who's got the rubbers? I there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us Ladies love us and my kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting party from dusk
Ok, go Back when Andre, the giant, mister tusk Picture us, you'll be another one bit the dust Just one up my mother's son who got under the bus Kiss my butt, lick my wonder cheese from my nuts It disgusts me to see the the way that it looks a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed Bitches lust, man they me when I'm laying the cut Missed the cut, the lady give a some paper cut
Now picture us, it's ridiculous you curse at the Cuz when I the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every Every verse, every line, as simple as rhymes It's elementary, the elephants have the room I venture to say with the center of its true Not to mention with a vengeance, so here's the signal Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio is back on you
So crack a bottle, let your body Don't act like a snobby You just hit the Uh oh uh oh, hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got
Now where's the Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not many of us And ladies love us and my posse's kicking up It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this from dusk
and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see low rider go by they're like "Oh my!" You got to tell me why you're sick cuz I know why I dip through in six trey like sick 'em Dre I'm an that they can't scratch, they're sick of me But hey, what else can I say? I LA Cuz over and above all, it's another day And this one begins where the last one Pick up where we left off and get smashed
I'll be dammed, just around and crashed my Benz Driving around a smashed front end Let's that one in another one from out the stable The Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado The if I know Do I want seats or vinyl? Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Or Maico beats quake like Just keep the bass low, speakers from your face though
So a bottle, let your body waddle act like a snobby model You just hit the Uh oh uh oh, hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got
Now where's the rubbers? got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting party from dusk
And I take great in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after The money a thang when you party with me Its what we into, it's We ball out of like you wouldn't believe I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Get on, wrapped up and reigned on I'm so through Vietnam, ring the alarm Bring the Chandon, burn marajauan do what you
on and on till the break of what Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a I spend it like it don't mean Blow it like its to be blown I'm grown I stunt I style I flash the I gets what the fuck I want, so I trick? Fat ass burgundy bags, shit Jimmy Cho shoes I say move a move
So crack a bottle, let your waddle Don't act a snobby model You hit the lotto Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Got one shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the I noticed there's so many of them and really not that many of us And ladies us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk