Eminem – Crack A Bottle (Guitar)
Key
-
Versions
(2)
Guitar
Ukulele
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Speed:
1.0x
Chords
feat. Dr Dre and 50 Cent
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2009 Shady Records
Submitted by: [email protected]
Chords used:
A - x02220
G# - 466544
C#m - x46654
[Intro]
A G# Oh! Ladies and gentlemen C#m The moment you've all been waiting for A G# C#m In this corner, weighing 175 pounds A G# C#m With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders A G# C#m The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady! (Let's go!)
[Chorus]
A G# So crack a bottle, let your body waddle C#m Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto A G# Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe C#m Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes A G# Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? C#m I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
A G# And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust C#m It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Interlude]
N.C.
Okay, let's go!
[Verse 1]
A G# Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk C#m Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust A G# Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus C#m Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts A G# It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks C#m It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed A G# Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut C#m Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts A G# Now picture us; it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought C#m 'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce A G# If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every time C#m Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes A G# It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room C#m I venture to say we're the center of attention, it's true A G# Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal C#m Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes
[Chorus]
A G# So crack a bottle, let your body waddle C#m Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto A G# Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe C#m Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes A G# Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? C#m I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
A G# And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust C#m It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Break 1]
N.C.
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre!
[Verse 2]
A G# 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# I dip through in that Six-Trey like, "Sick 'em, Dre!" C#m I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me A G# But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A. C#m 'Cause over and above all, it's just another day A G# And this one begins where the last one ends C#m Pick up where we left off and get smashed again A G# I'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz C#m A Drivin' around with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in G# Grab another one from out the stable C#m The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado? A G# The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl? C#m Decisions, decisions, 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
[Chorus]
A G# So crack a bottle, let your body waddle C#m Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto A G# Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe C#m Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes A G# Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? C#m I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
A G# And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust C#m It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Break 2]
N.C.
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 thing when you party with me A G# It's what we into, it's simple C#m We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe A G# I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong C#m Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on A G# I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm C#m Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan', do what you want A G# Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what? C#m 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' C#m Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfucker, I'm grown A G# I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (Uh huh) C#m I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? (Yeah) A G# Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit (Haha) C#m Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, "Move," a bitch move
[Chorus]
A G# So crack a bottle, let your body waddle C#m Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto A G# Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe C#m Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes A G# Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? C#m I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
A G# And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust C#m C#m (6/4) It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Outro]
| A G# | C#m | x6
(fade out)