Eminem – Crack A Bottle (Ukulele)

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feat.Dr Dre and 50 Cent Relapse 2009 Shady Records Submitted by: [email protected] 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)