Crack A Bottle Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Dm][Em][F]
[E]Oh! Ladies and gentlemen
[Am]The moment you've all been waiting for
[Dm][Em]
[F]In this cor[E]ner, weighing 175 [Am]pounds
With a [Dm]record [Em]of 1[F]7 rape[E]s,
400 as[Am]saults, and 4 [Dm]murders[Em]
The [F]undisputed, [E]most diabolical villain
in the [Am]world
Slim Shady!
[Dm][Em]

[Chorus 1]
[F]So crack a bottle, let[E] your body waddle
Don't [Am]act like a snobby model,
you just hit the [Dm]lot t[Em]o
[F]Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hop[E]pin' in my Tahoe
[Am]Got one ridin' shotgun and no,
not one of 'em [Dm]got c[Em]lothes
[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 [Dm]many [Em]of us
[F]And ladies love us,
my [E]posse's kickin' up dust
It's [Am]on 'til the break of dawn
and we're starting this [Dm]party [Em]from [Am]dusk
[Dm]Back[Em] with

[Verse 1]
[F]Andre the Giant,
Mr. [E]Elephant Tusk
Fix your [Am]musk, you'll be just
another one bit the [Dm]dust
[Em]Just one [F]of my mother's sons
who got thrown [E]under the bus
Kiss my [Am]butt,
lick fromunda cheese from under my [Dm]nuts
[Em]It disgu[F]sts me to see the game
the [E]way that it looks
It's a [Am]must, I redeem my name
and haters get [Dm]mushed
[Em]Bitches [F]lust, man, they love me
when I [E]lay in the cut
Fisti[Am]cuffs, the lady give her
eighty-some paper [Dm]cuts
Now [Em]picture [F]us;
it's ridiculous, you [E]curse at the thought
'Cause when I [Am]spit the verse the shit gets
worse than Worcestershire [Dm]sauce
If [Em]I could fit[F] the words,
it's picture perfect, [E]works every time
Every [Am]verse, every line,
as simple as nursery [Dm]rhymes
It's [Em]ele m[F]entary,
the elephants have [E]entered the room
I venture [Am]to say we're the center of attention,
it's [Dm]true
[Em]Not to m[F]ention back with a vengeance,
so [E]hence the signal
Of the [Am]bat symbol, the platinum trio's
back on you [Dm]hoes[Em]

[Chorus 2]
[F]So crack a bottle, let[E] your body waddle
Don't [Am]act like a snobby model,
you just hit the [Dm]lot t[Em]o
[F]Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hop[E]pin' in my Tahoe
[Am]Got one ridin' shotgun and no,
not one of 'em [Dm]got c[Em]lothes
[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 [Dm]many [Em]of us
[F]And ladies love us,
my [E]posse's kickin' up dust
It's [Am]on 'til the break of dawn
and we're starting this [Dm]party [Em]from dusk
[Am]Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre!
[Dm][Em]

[Verse 2]
They [F]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 [Dm]know [Em]why
I [F]dip through in that Six-[E]Trey like,
"Sick 'em, Dre!"
[Am]I'm an itch that they can't scratch,
they're sick [Dm]of me[Em]
[F]But hey, what else can I say[E]? I love L.A.
'Cause [Am]over and above all,
it's just a[Dm]nother [Em]day
And [F]this one begins where the [E]last one ends
Pick up [Am]where we left off
and get smashed a[Dm]gain
[Em]I'll be [F]damned, just fucked around
and [E]crashed my Benz
Drivin' [Am]'round with a smashed front end,
let's cash [Dm]that [Em]one [F]in
Grab another one from [E]out the stable
The Monte [Am]Carlo,
El Camino, or the El Dora[Dm]do?
The [Em]hell if [F]I know,
do I want leather [E]seats or vinyl?
Deci[Am]sions, decisions, garage looks like
Preci[Dm]sion Col[Em]lision
[F]Or Maaco, beats qua[E]ke like Waco
Just [Am]keep the bass low,
speakers away from your [Dm]face [Em]though

[Chorus 3]
[F]So crack a bottle, let[E] your body waddle
Don't [Am]act like a snobby model,
you just hit the [Dm]lot t[Em]o
[F]Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hop[E]pin' in my Tahoe
[Am]Got one ridin' shotgun and no,
not one of 'em [Dm]got c[Em]lothes
[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 [Dm]many [Em]of us
[F]And ladies love us,
my [E]posse's kickin' up dust
It's [Am]on 'til the break of dawn
and we're starting this [Dm]party [Em]from dusk
[Am]And I take great pleasure introducing
50 [Dm]Cent!
[Em]It's

[Verse 3]
[F]bottle after [E]bottle
The [Am]money ain't a thing
when you party with [Dm]me
It's [Em]what we [F]into, it's [E]simple
We [Am]ball out of control
like you wouldn't be[Dm]lieve
[Em]I'm the [F]napalm, the bomb,
the [E]Don, I'm King Kong
Get [Am]rolled on, wrapped up, and [Dm]reigned [Em]on
I'm [F]so calm, through Viet[E]nam, ring the alarm
[Am]Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan',
do what you [Dm]want
[Em]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 [Dm]fuck
[Em]I spen[F]d it like it don't mean noth[E]in'
Blow it like it's sup[Am]posed to be blown,
motherfucker, I'm [Dm]grown
[Em]I stun[F]t, I style, I flas[E]h the shit
I gets [Am]what the fuck I want,
so what I [Dm]trick?
[Em]Fat- ass B[F]irkin bags, some class[E]y shit
Jimmy [Am]Choo shoes; I say, "Move,"
a bitch [Dm]move[Em]

[Chorus 4]
[F]So crack a bottle, let[E] your body waddle
Don't [Am]act like a snobby model,
you just hit the [Dm]lot t[Em]o
[F]Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hop[E]pin' in my Tahoe
[Am]Got one ridin' shotgun and no,
not one of 'em [Dm]got c[Em]lothes
[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 [Dm]many [Em]of us
[F]And ladies love us,
my [E]posse's kickin' up dust
It's [Am]on 'til the break of dawn
and we're starting this [Dm]party [Em]from dusk
[Am][Dm][Em]

[Outro 1]
[F][E][Am][Dm][Em]
[Repeat and fade]