crack a bottle chords and lyrics - EMINEM

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[Verse 1]
[E]Oh,[Am][Dm]
[F]lad[E]ies and gentlemen
[Am]The moment you've all
been waiting [Dm]for
[F]In this corner,
[E]wei[Am]ghing 175 pounds
With a [Dm]record [F]of [E]17 rapes, 400 assaults,
[Am]and [Dm]4 murders
[F]The undisputed,
[E]most diabolical villain in the [Am]world
Slim [E]Shady [F](let's go)

[Verse 2]
So crack [E]a bottle,
let your body waddle
[Am]Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
[F]Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches bitches
bitches [E]hoppin' in my Tahoe
[Am]Got one ridin' shotgun and
no, not one of [E]'em got clothes
[F]Now where's the rubbers?
Who's [E]got the rubbers?
I noticed [Am]there's so many of 'em
And there's really not
that many of [F]us
And ladies love us,
[E]my posse's kickin' up dust
[Am]It's on 'til the break
of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk

[Verse 3]
[Am]Okay, let's go
[Dm]Back

[Verse 4]
[F]with André the Giant,
Mr. [E]Elephant Tusk
Fix your [Am]musk,
you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just [F]one of my mothers sons
who got [E]thrown under the bus
Kiss my [Am]butt, lick fromunda cheese
from under my nut[E]s
It dis[F]gusts me to see the game
the [E]way that it looks
It's a [Am]must I redeem my name
and haters get mushed
Bitches [F]lust, man,
they love me when I [E]lay in the cut
Fisticuff[Am]s,
the lady gave her eighty-some paper paper cut
[E]Now picture us [F]it's ridiculous
you [E]curse at the thought
'Cause when I [Am]spit the verse the shit
gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could [F]fit the words, it's picture perfect,
[E]works every time
Every [Am]verse, every line, as simple
as nursery rhymes
It's ele[F]mentary,
the elephants [E]have entered the room
I venture [Am]to say we're the center of attention,
it's true
Not to [F]mention back with a vengeance,
[E]so here's the signal
Of the [Am]bat symbol,
the platinum trio's back on you [E]hoes

[Verse 5]
[F]So crack a bottle,
[E]let your body waddle
[Am]Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
[F]Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches bitches bitches
[E]hoppin' in my Tahoe
[Am]Got one ridin' shotgun and
no, not one of 'em got clothes
[F]Now where's the rubbers?
[E]Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed [Am]there's so many of 'em
And there's really not
that many of [F]us
And ladies love us,
[E]my posse's kickin' up dust
[Am]It's on 'til the break
of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk

[Verse 6]
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
[F]They see that low rider go [E]by they're like,
"Oh my"
[Am]You ain't got to tell me why
you're sick 'cause I know why
I [F]dip through in that six-trey,
[E]like like "Sick 'em, Dre"
[Am]I'm an itch that they can't scratch,
they sick of me
[F]But hey, what else can I say[E]?
I love L.A.
[Am]'Cause over and above all,
it's just another day
[F]An d this one begins where
the [E]last one ends
Pick [Am]up where we left off
and get smashed again
I'll [F]be dammed,
just fucked around and [E]crashed my Benz
Driving [Am]'round with a smashed
front end
Let's cash that one [F]in
Grab another one [E]from out
the stable
The Monte [Am]Carlo,
El Camino or the El Dorado?
[E]The hell if [F]I know
Do I want leather [E]seats or vinyl?
Decision[Am]s, decisions
Garage looks like Preci[Dm]sion Collision
[F]Or Maaco, beats qua[E]ke like Waco
Just [Am]keep the bass low,
speakers away from your [E]face though

[Verse 7]
[F]So crack a bottle,
[E]let your body waddle
[Am]Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
[F]Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches bitches bitches
[E]hoppin' in my Tahoe
[Am]Got one ridin' shotgun and
no, not one of 'em got clothes
[F]Now where's the rubbers?
[E]Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed [Am]there's so many of 'em
And there's really not
that many of [F]us
And ladies love us,
[E]my posse's kickin' up dust
[Am]It's on 'til the break
of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk

[Verse 8]
And I take great pleasure in [Am]introducing,
[Dm]50 Cent

[Verse 9]
It's [F]bottle after [E]bottle
[Am]The money ain't a thing when
you party with me
It's what [F]we into, it's [E]simple
We [Am]ball out of control like
you wouldn't believe
I'm [F]the Napalm, the bomb,
[E]the Don, I'm King Kong
[Am]Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
I'm [F]so calm, through Viet[E]nam,
ring the alarm
[Am]Bring the Chandon,
burn marijuana, do what you want
Nigga, [F]on and on [E]'til the break of what?
Get the [Am]paper, man, I'm cakin',
you know I don't give a fuck
I [F]spend it like it don't mean [E]nothin'
Blow it like it's [Am]supposed to be blown,
motherfucker I'm grown
I [F]stunt, I style, I [E]flash the shit (uh-huh)
I [Am]get s what the fuck I want,
so what [Dm]I trick? [F](Yeah)
Fat-ass Birkin bag,
[E]some classy shit (haha)
Jimmy [Am]Choo shoes,
I say, "Move," a bitch [E]move

[Verse 10]
[F]So crack a bottle,
[E]let your body waddle
[Am]Don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto
[F]Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches bitches bitches
[E]hoppin' in my Tahoe
[Am]Got one ridin' shotgun and
no, not one of 'em got clothes
[F]Now where's the rubbers?
[E]Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed [Am]there's so many of 'em
And there's really not
that many of [F]us
And ladies love us,
[E]my posse's kickin' up dust
[Am]It's on 'til the break
of dawn

[Outro 1]
And we're starting this party from [Am]dusk[E][F]
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