DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OHHHHH 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 Shady 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 now not one of them got clothes Now where's the robbers? Who got the rubbers? I notice there's so many of them In this building Now they're many of us And ladies love us My posse's kickin' up dust It's on to the break of dawn And we're startin' 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 boss is 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 six tray Like sick and dre 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 them In this building Now they're 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 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, 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 startin' this party from dust It's on to the break of dawn And we're startin' this party from dust