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Eminem feat.Dr Dre and 50 Cent Crack A Bottle Relapse 2009 Shady Records Submitted by: email@example.com Key: E Tuning: Standard EADGBe Chords used: A - x02220 G# - 466544 C#m - x46654 Intro: A G# Ooww Ladies and gentlemen C#m The moment you’ve all been waiting for A In this corner G# C#m weighing 175 pounds A with a record of 17 rapes G# C#m 400 assaults and 4 murders A G# the undisputed most diabolic C#m(hold) villain in the world Slim Shady Chorus : Eminem A So crack a bottle G# let your body waddle C#m Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto A O-oh o-oh bitches G# hopping in my Tahoe C#m Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves A Now where’s the rubbers? G# Whose got the rubbers? C#m I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us A Ladies love us and my G# posse’s kicking up C#m dust It’s on till the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk Post Chorus 1: (hold) Ok let’s go Verse 1: Eminem A Back when Andre the G# giant mister elephant tusk C#m Fix your must, you’ll just be another one bit the dust A Just one up my mothers son G# who got thrown under the bus C#m Kiss my butt. Lick from under cheese from under my nuts A It disgusts me to see the G# game the way that it looks C#m Its a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed A Bitches lust. Man they love G# me when I lay in the cut C#m Fist the cut. The lady give her eighty some paper cut A Now picture us. Its ridiculous G# you curse at the thought C#m Cuz when I spit the verse the shit gets worse then worcestershire sauce A If I could fit the words as G# picture perfect works every time C#m Every verse, every line as simple as nursery rhymes A Its elementary. The elephants G# have entered the room C#m I venture to say with the center of attention its true A Not to mention back with a G# vengeance so here’s the signal C#m(hold) Of the bat symbol The platinum trio’s back on you hoes (Repeat Chorus) Post chorus 2: (hold) Ladies and gentlemen Dr. Dre Verse 2: A They see that low rider go G# by there,like Oh my! C#m You ain’t got to tell me why you’re sick cuz I know why A I dip through in that six G# trey like sick em Dre C#m I’m an itch that they cant scratch, they’re sick of me A But hey, what else G# can I say? I love LA C#m Cuz over and above all its just another day A And this one begins where G# the last one ends C#m Pick up where we left off and get smashed again A I’ll be dammed, just fucked G# around and crashed my Benz C#m Driving around with a smashed front end A Lets cash that one in Grab another one G# from out the stable C#m The Monte Carlo El Camino or the El Dorado A The hell if I know Do I want leather G# seats or vinyl? C#m Decisions, decision Garage looks like precision collision A Or maico beats G# quake like Waco C#m(hold) Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though (Repeat Chorus) Post Chorus 3: (hold) And I take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent Verse 3: A G# It’s bottle after bottle C#m The money ain’t a thang when you party with me A G# Its what we into its simple C#m We ball out of control like you wouldn’t believe A I’m the napalm the bomb G# the don i’m King Kong C#m Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on A I’m so calm through G# Vietnam ring the alarm C#m Bring the shaun dawn burn marajauan do what you A want Nigga on and on G# till the break of what C#m Get the paper man i’m caking you know i don’t give a fuck A I spend it like G# it don’t mean nothing Blow it like its C#m supposed to be blown Motherfucker i’m grown A I stunt i style i G# flash the shit C#m I gets what the fuck i want so what I trick A G# Fat ass burgundy bags classy C#m(hold) shit Jimmy Cho shoes I say move a bitch move (Repeat Chorus)