Innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Ladies and gentlemen The moment you've all been waiting for In this corner Weighing 175 pounds With a record of 17 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 Uh oh, uh oh Just hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one rod and shotgun And oh not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who got the rubbers? I notice there's so many of them in this building Now they're many of us And ladies love us My posse's kickin' up dust It's on to the break of dawn And we're starting this party from dust Okay Let's go Back with Andre the Giant Mr. Elephant Tusk Fix your must You'll be just another one bit of dust Just one of my mother's sons Who got thrown under the bus Kiss my From under cheese From under my It disgusts Me to see the game the way that it looks It's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed Plus Man they love me when I lame the cut Fisticuff The lady give a lady some paper cuts Now picture us It's ridiculous She curse at the thought Cause when I spit the first The sh** gets worse The worst is just sauce If I could fit the words This 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 With the center of attention It's true Not to mention Back with the vengeance So hence the signal Of the bat symbol The platinum trio's back on you So crack a bottle Let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model You just hit the lotto Uh oh uh oh Just hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one ridin' shotgun Ain't no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers Who's got the rubbers I notice there's so many of them In this building Now they're many of us And ladies love us My boss is kickin' up dust It's on to the break of dawn And we're startin' this party from dusk Ladies and gentlemen Dr. Dre They see that low rider go by They like oh my You ain't got to tell me why you're sick Cause I know why I dip through in that six tray Like sickum's ray I'm an itch that they can't scratch They sick of me But hey What else can I say I love LA 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 damned Just loop around and crash 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 Eldorado The hell if I know Do I want leather seats or vinyl Decisions decisions Garage looks like precision collision Or Mako Beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low Speakers away from your face though So grab your bottle Let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model You just hit the lotto Uh oh uh oh Just hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one ridin' shotgun Ain't no not one of em got clothes Now where's the rubbers Who's got the rubbers I notice there's so many of em In this building Now they many of us And ladies love us My boss is kickin' up dust It's on to the break of dawn And we're startin' this party from dust 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 dawn I'm King Kong get rolled on Wrapped up and rained on I'm so calm through Vietnam Bring the alarm Bring the Chandon Burn what you want do what you want Go on and on To the break of wood Get the paper man I'm takin' You know I don't give a Crap I spin it like it don't mean nothin' Blow it like it's supposed to be blown Motherfucker I'm grown I stunt I stare I flash this I guess what the fuck I want So what I trick Bad fucking bass class This shit Give me two shoes I say move a Smooth So crack a bottle Let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model You just hit the lotto Uh oh uh oh Just hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one rotten shotgun Ain't no not one of em got clothes Now where's the rubbers Who's got the rubbers I notice there's so many of em And it's really not that many of us And ladies love us My boss is kickin' up dust It's on to the break of dawn And we're starting this party from dust