Ladies and gentlemen The moment you've all been waiting for In this corner, weighing a hundred and seventy five pounds With a record of seventeen rapes, four hundred assaults, and four 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 O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers, who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them And there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn And we're starting this party from dusk Ok, let's go Back with André the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk Fix your musk, you'll just be another one bit the dust Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick fromunda 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 Fisticuff, the lady gave her eighty-some paper cut Now picture us it's ridiculous you curse at the thought 'Cause when I spit the verse the shit Gets worse then Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes It's elementary the elephants have entered the room I venture to say we're the center of attention it's true Not to mention back with a vengeance so here's 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 O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers, who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them And there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn And we're starting this party from dusk Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre They see that low rider go by they're, like "Oh my" You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why I dip through in that six trey like sick 'em Dre I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they sick of me But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A. '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 dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz Driving around with a smashed front end Let's cash that one in Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado The hell if I know Do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decisions Garage looks like Precision Collision Or Maaco beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers, who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them And there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn And we're starting this party from dusk 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 Don, I'm King Kong Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on I'm so calm through Vietnam ring the alarm Bring the Chandon, burn marijuana, do what you want Nigga on and on till the break of what Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck I spend it like it don't mean nothing Blow it like its supposed to be blown Motherfucker I'm grown I stunt, I style, I flash the shit I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick? Fat-ass Birkin bag, some classy shit Jimmy Choo 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 O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers, who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them And there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn And we're starting this party from dusk