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I’ve downloaded many tuning apps before and this one is by far the best. Easy to use, super user-friendly, and they have a bunch of fun different chords and songs to help you learn new music. I highly recommend.
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Intro 1
Oh!
Ladies
and
gentlemen
The
moment
you've
all
been
waiting
for
In
this
corner,
weighing
1
75
pounds
With
a
record
of
17
rapes,
400
as
saults,
and
4
murders
The
undisputed,
most
diabolical
villain
in
the
world
Slim
Shady!
Chorus 1
So
crack
a
bottle,
let
your
body
waddle
Don't
act
like
a
snobby
model,
you
just
hit
the
lot
to
Oh-oh,
oh-oh,
bitches
hoppin'
in
my
Tahoe
Got
one
ridin'
shotgun
and
no,
not
one
of
'em
got
clothes
Now,
where's
the
rubbers?
Who's
got
the
rubbers?
I
noticed
there's
so
many
of
'em
And
there's
really
not
that
many
of
us
And
ladies
love
us,
my
posse's
kickin'
up
dust
It's
on
'til
the
break
of
dawn
and
we're
starting
this
party
from
dusk
Back
with
Verse 1
Andre
the
Giant,
Mr.
Elephant
Tusk
Fix
your
musk,
you'll
be
just
another
one
bit
the
dust
Just
one
of
my
mother's
sons
who
got
thrown
under
the
bus
Kiss
my
butt,
lick
fromunda
cheese
from
under
my
nuts
It
dis
gusts
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
Fisti
cuffs,
the
lady
give
her
eighty-some
paper
cuts
Now
picture
us;
it's
ridiculous,
you
curse
at
the
thought
'Cause
when
I
spit
the
verse
the
shit
gets
worse
than
Worcestershire
sauce
If
I
could
fit
the
words,
it's
picture
perfect,
works
every
time
Every
verse,
every
line,
as
simple
as
nursery
rhymes
It's
ele
mentary,
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
hence
the
signal
Of
the
bat
symbol,
the
platinum
trio's
back
on
you
hoes
Chorus 2
So
crack
a
bottle,
let
your
body
waddle
Don't
act
like
a
snobby
model,
you
just
hit
the
lot
to
Oh-oh,
oh-oh,
bitches
hoppin'
in
my
Tahoe
Got
one
ridin'
shotgun
and
no,
not
one
of
'em
got
clothes
Now,
where's
the
rubbers?
Who's
got
the
rubbers?
I
noticed
there's
so
many
of
'em
And
there's
really
not
that
many
of
us
And
ladies
love
us,
my
posse's
kickin'
up
dust
It's
on
'til
the
break
of
dawn
and
we're
starting
this
party
from
dusk
Ladies
and
gentlemen,
Dr.
Dre!
Verse 2
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're
sick
of
me
But
hey,
what
else
can
I
say?
I
love
L.A.
'Cause
over
and
above
all,
it's
just
a
nother
day
And
this
one
begins
where
the
last
one
ends
Pick
up
where
we
left
off
and
get
smashed
a
gain
I'll
be
damned,
just
fucked
around
and
crashed
my
Benz
Drivin'
'round
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
Dora
do?
The
hell
if
I
know,
do
I
want
leather
seats
or
vinyl?
Deci
sions,
decisions,
garage
looks
like
Preci
sion
Col
lision
Or
Maaco,
beats
quake
like
Waco
Just
keep
the
bass
low,
speakers
away
from
your
face
though
Chorus 3
So
crack
a
bottle,
let
your
body
waddle
Don't
act
like
a
snobby
model,
you
just
hit
the
lot
to
Oh-oh,
oh-oh,
bitches
hoppin'
in
my
Tahoe
Got
one
ridin'
shotgun
and
no,
not
one
of
'em
got
clothes
Now,
where's
the
rubbers?
Who's
got
the
rubbers?
I
noticed
there's
so
many
of
'em
And
there's
really
not
that
many
of
us
And
ladies
love
us,
my
posse's
kickin'
up
dust
It's
on
'til
the
break
of
dawn
and
we're
starting
this
party
from
dusk
And
I
take
great
pleasure
introducing
50
Cent!
It's
Verse 3
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
be
lieve
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
Viet
nam,
ring
the
alarm
Bring
the
Chandon,
burn
marijuan',
do
what
you
want
Nigga,
on
and
on
'til
the
break
of
what?
Get
the
paper,
man,
I'm
cakin',
you
know
I
don't
give
a
fuck
I
spend
it
like
it
don't
mean
nothin'
Blow
it
like
it's
sup
posed
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
bags,
some
classy
shit
Jimmy
Choo
shoes;
I
say,
"Move,"
a
bitch
move
Chorus 4
So
crack
a
bottle,
let
your
body
waddle
Don't
act
like
a
snobby
model,
you
just
hit
the
lot
to
Oh-oh,
oh-oh,
bitches
hoppin'
in
my
Tahoe
Got
one
ridin'
shotgun
and
no,
not
one
of
'em
got
clothes
Now,
where's
the
rubbers?
Who's
got
the
rubbers?
I
noticed
there's
so
many
of
'em
And
there's
really
not
that
many
of
us
And
ladies
love
us,
my
posse's
kickin'
up
dust
It's
on
'til
the
break
of
dawn
and
we're
starting
this
party
from
dusk
Outro 1
[Repeat
and
fade]
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