DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AHH! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for. In this corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders. The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world, Slim Shetty! So crack a bottle, let your body waddle, don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto. Uh oh, uh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe, got one ridin' shotgun and oh nah, one of them got close. Now where's the rubbers? Who got the rubbers? I notice there's so many of them in this building, now they many of us. And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust. It's on to the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dust. Okay, let's go! Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk, fix your must, you'll be just another one bit the dust. Just wanna, my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus. Kiss my butt, lick from under cheese from under my nuts. It disgusts, me to see the game the way that it looks. It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed. Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut. Fist a cup, the lady give a lady some paper cuts. Now picture us, it's ridiculous, she curse at the thought. Cause when I spit the verse, the *** gets worse, the worst is just sauce. If I could fit the words, this picture perfect works every time. Every verse, every line, the simplest nursery rhymes. It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room. I venture to say with the center of attention, it's true. Not to mention back with the vengeance, so hence the signal, of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes. So crack a bottle, let your body waddle. Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto. Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe. Got one ridin' shotgun, ain't no not one of them got clothes. Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I notice there's so many of them in this building. Now there's many of us, and ladies love us. My bossy's kickin' up dust. It's on to the break of dawn, and we're startin' this party from dusk. Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre. They see that low rider go by, they like, oh my, you ain't got to tell me why you're sick, cause I know why. I dip through in that sixth tray, like sickum's ray. I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they sick of me. But hey, what else can I say? I love LA, cause over and above all, it's just another day. And this one begins, where the last one ends. Pick up where we left off, and get smashed again. I'll be damned. Just *** around and crash my Benz, drive around with a smashed front end. Let's cash that one in. *** another one from out the stable, the Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the Eldorado. The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decisions. Garage looks like precision collision, or Mako. Beats quake like Waco. Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though. So *** your bottle, let your body waddle. Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto. Uh oh, uh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe. Got one ridin', shotgunnin', no not one of them got clothes. Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I notice there's so many of em' in this building, now there many of us. And ladies love us, my boss is kickin' up dust. It's on to the break of dawn, and we're startin' this party from dust. And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent. It's bottle, after bottle. The money ain't a thing when you party with me. It's what we into, it's simple. We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe. I'm the napalm, the bomb, the dawn. I'm King Kong, get rolled on. Wrapped up and framed on. I'm so calm through Vietnam. Ring the alarm, bring the Chandon. Burn marijuana, do what you want. Nigga on and on, to the break of wood. Get the paper, man I'm takin'. You know I don't give a ***. I spin it like it don't mean nothin'. Blow it like it's supposed to be blown. Mother***er, I'm grown. I stunt, I stare, I flash this ***. I guess what the *** I want, so what I trick? Badass, Birkin, Bass, classic ***. Can they choose shoes? I say move, a bitch move. So crack a bottle, let your body waddle. Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto. Uh oh, uh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe. Got one rod and shotgun, ain't no not one of them got clothes. Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I notice there's so many of them in this building, not that many of us. And ladies love us, my boss is kickin' up dust. It's on to the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dust.