Crack A Bottle Chords by Eminem  &  Dr. Dre  &  50 Cent

[Chorus]
A G#7           C#m      
■ Oh ladies and gentlemen
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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 A                              G#7    
With a record of seventeen rapes ■   four hundred assaults and four murders
                                              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                                                 
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
C#m          
Okay let's go
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Back with André the Giant Mr Elephant Tusk
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Fix your musk you'll just be another one bit the dust
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Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
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Kiss my butt lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
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It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
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It's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed
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Bitches lust man they love me when I lay in the cut
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Fisticuffs the lady gave her eightysome paper cut
    A                              G#7                 
Now picture us it's ridiculous you curse at the thought
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'cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
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If I could fit the words it's picture perfect works every time
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Every verse every line as simple as nursery rhymes
     A                        G#7                  
It's elementary the elephants have entered the room
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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#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#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
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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
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'cause over and above all it's just another day
A                             G#7          
And this one begins where the last one ends
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Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
     A                                G#7            
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
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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
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Garage looks like Precision Collision
A              G#             
Or Maaco beats quake like Waco
     C#m                                                  
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though
A                 G#7                 
So crack a bottle let your body waddle


[Chorus]
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


[Verse]
                 C#m                               
And I take great pleasure in introducing fifty Cent
                  A      G#7
It's bottle after bottle ■  
C#m                                           
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
          A                  
It's what we into it's simple
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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


[Chorus]
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Bring the Chandon burn marijuana do what you want
A               G#7                   
Nigga on and on 'til the break of what
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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'
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Blow it like it's supposed to be blown motherfucker I'm grown
  A               G#7           
I stunt I style I flash the shit
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I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick
A                      G#7        
Fatass Birkin bag some classy shit
C#m                                 A   
Jimmy Choo shoes I say Move a bitch move
                  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#7 C#m A G#7
■ ■   ■   ■ ■   ■   ■ ■  
C#m A G#
■   ■ ■ 


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