Oh, ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for
In this corner weighing one hundred and seventy-five pounds
With a record of seventeen rapes four hundred assaults and four murders
The undisputed most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady
Ha ha
Let's go
So crack a bottle let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes
Now, where's the rubbers
Who's got the rubbers
I noticed there's so many of 'em and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'till the break of dawn and we're startin' this party from dusk
Okay
Let's go
Shady
Ha ha
Back with Andre the Giant
Mister Elephant Tusk
Fix your musk you'll be just another one bit the dust
Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut
Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts
Now picture us it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought
'Cos when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than
Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words it's picture perfect works every time
Every verse, every line as simple as nursery rhymes
It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room
I venture to say we're the center of attention, it's true
Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you, hoes
So crack a bottle let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes
Now, where's the rubbers
Who's got the rubbers
I noticed there's so many of 'em and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'till the break of dawn and we're startin' this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen
Doctor Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like, oh my
Wooh
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cos I know why
I dip through in that Six-Trey like, sick 'em, Dre
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me
But hey, what else can I say
I love LA
'Cos over and above all it's just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
I'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
Drivin' 'round with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in
Grab another one from out the stable
The 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 Collision or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though face though
So crack a bottle let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes
Now, where's the rubbers
Who's got the rubbers
I noticed there's so many of 'em and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'till the break of dawn and we're startin' this party from dusk
And I take great pleasure in introducing
Fifty Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into it's simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
I'm the napalm, the bomb the Don, I'm King Kong
Get rolled on wrapped up, and reigned on
I'm so calm, through Vietnam ring the alarm
Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan', do what you want
Nigga, on and on 'till the break of what
Get the paper, man, I'm cakin' you know I don't give a fuck
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown
Motherfucker, I'm grown
I stunt, I style
I flash the shit, uh uh
I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick, yeah
Fat-ass Birkin bags some classy shit
Jimmy Choo shoes
I say, move, a bitch move
So crack a bottle let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes
Now, where's the rubbers
Who's got the rubbers
I noticed there's so many of 'em and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'till the break of dawn and we're startin' this party from dusk
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