Crack A Bottle Chords by Eminem
- Key: A
- BPM: 85
- Capo: no capo
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CRACK A BOTTLE CHORDS
[Start] [Chorus] A G#7 C#m ■ Oh ladies and gentlemen C#m The moment you've all been waiting for A G#7 C#m ■ In this corner ■ weighing one hundred and seventyfive pounds A G#7 C#m With a record of seventeen rapes four hundred assaults and four murders A G#7 C#m The undisputed most diabolical villain in the world C#m Slim Shady [Verse] A G#7 So crack a bottle let your body waddle C#m A Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto G#7 Ohoh ohoh bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe C#m Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes A G# G#7 Now where's the rubbers Who's got the rubbers C#m I noticed there's so many of 'em A And there's really not that many of us G#7 And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust C#m It's on 'til the break of dawn C#m And we're starting this party from dusk C#m Okay let's go A G#7 Back with André the Giant Mr Elephant Tusk C#m Fix your musk you'll just be another one bit the dust A G#7 Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus C#m Kiss my butt lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts A G#7 It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks C#m It's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed A G#7 Bitches lust man they love me when I lay in the cut C#m Fisticuffs the lady gave her eightysome paper cut A G#7 Now picture us it's ridiculous you curse at the thought C#m 'cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce A G#7 If I could fit the words it's picture perfect works every time C#m Every verse every line as simple as nursery rhymes A G#7 It's elementary the elephants have entered the room C#m I venture to say we're the center of attention it's true A G# Not to mention back with a vengeance so here's the signal [Chorus] C#m Of the bat symbol the platinum trio's back on you hoes A G#7 So crack a bottle let your body waddle C#m Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto A G#7 Ohoh ohoh bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe C#m Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes A G# Now where's the rubbers Who's got the rubbers C#m I noticed there's so many of 'em A And there's really not that many of us G#7 And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust C#m It's on 'til the break of dawn C#m And we're starting this party from dusk C#7 Ladies and gentlemen Dr Dre [Verse] A G#7 They see that low rider go by they're like Oh my C#m You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why A G#7 I dip through in that sixtrey like Sick 'em Dre C#m I'm an itch that they can't scratch they sick of me A G#7 But hey what else can I say I love LA C#m 'cause over and above all it's just another day A G#7 And this one begins where the last one ends C#m Pick up where we left off and get smashed again A G# I'll be dammed just fucked around and crashed my Benz C#m Driving 'round with a smashed front end A Let's cash that one in G#7 Grab another one from out the stable C#m The Monte Carlo El Camino or the El Dorado A The hell if I know G#7 Do I want leather seats or vinyl C#m Decisions decisions C#m Garage looks like Precision Collision A G# Or Maaco beats quake like Waco [Chorus] C#m Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though A G#7 So crack a bottle let your body waddle C#m A Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto G#7 Ohoh ohoh bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe C#m Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes A G#7 Now where's the rubbers Who's got the rubbers C#m I noticed there's so many of 'em A And there's really not that many of us G#7 And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust C#m It's on 'til the break of dawn C#m And we're starting this party from dusk C#m And I take great pleasure in introducing fifty Cent [Verse] A G# It's bottle after bottle ■ C#m The money ain't a thing when you party with me A G# It's what we into it's simple C#m We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe A G#7 I'm the Napalm the bomb the Don I'm King Kong C#m Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on A G#7 I'm so calm through Vietnam ring the alarm C#m Bring the Chandon burn marijuana do what you want [Chorus] A G# Nigga on and on 'til the break of what C#m Get the paper man I'm cakin' you know I don't give a fuck A G# I spend it like it don't mean nothin' C#m Blow it like it's supposed to be blown motherfucker I'm grown A G#7 I stunt I style I flash the shit C#m I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick A G#7 Fatass Birkin bag some classy shit C#m Jimmy Choo shoes I say Move a bitch move A G#7 So crack a bottle let your body waddle C#m Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto A G#7 Ohoh ohoh bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe C#m Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes A G#7 Now where's the rubbers Who's got the rubbers C#m I noticed there's so many of 'em A And there's really not that many of us G#7 And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust C#m It's on 'til the break of dawn C#m And we're starting this party from dusk [Outro] A G#7 C#m A G# C#m A G#7 ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ C#m A G#7 C#m ■ ■ ■ ■ [End]