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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]
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