作曲 : Andre Young/Dawaun Parker/Marshall Mathers/Trevor Lawrence/Curtis Jackson/Mark Batson Oh! Ladies and gentlemen The moment you've all been waitin' for In this corner, weighin' 175 pounds With a record of 17 rxpes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world Slim Shady! (Haha; Let's go!) So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, b1xches 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 startin' this party from dusk Okay, let's go! Back with 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 bvtt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nvts It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed B1xches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut Fisticuffs, 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 sx1t 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 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 hence the signal Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you h0es So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, b1xches 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 startin' 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're 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 daxned, just fvxked 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 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 Oh-oh, oh-oh, b1xches 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 startin' this party from dusk And I take great pleasure in introducin', 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 V1etnam, ring the alarm Bring the Chandon, burn mar1juan', do what you want N1gga, on and on 'til the break of what? Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fvxk I spend it like it don't mean nothin' Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfvxker, I'm grown I stunt, I style, I flash the sx1t (Uh-huh) I gets what the fvxk I want, so what I trick? (Yeah) Fat-axs Birkin bags, some classy sx1t (Haha) Jimmy Choo shoes, I say, "Move," a b1xch move So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, b1xches 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 startin' this party from dusk
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Andre Young/Dawaun Parker/Marshall Mathers/Trevor Lawrence/Curtis Jackson/Mark Batson [00:06.210]Oh! Ladies and gentlemen [00:09.010]The moment you've all been waitin' for [00:11.960]In this corner, weighin' 175 pounds [00:16.300]With a record of 17 rxpes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders [00:22.830]The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world [00:27.030]Slim Shady! (Haha; Let's go!) [00:30.320]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle [00:32.880]Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto [00:36.230]Oh-oh, oh-oh, b1xches hoppin' in my Tahoe [00:38.680]Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes [00:41.710]Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? [00:43.930]I noticed there's so many of 'em [00:45.530]And there's really not that many of us [00:47.560]And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust [00:50.020]It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're startin' this party from dusk [00:53.360]Okay, let's go! [00:56.860]Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk [00:59.840]Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust [01:02.610]Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus [01:05.560]Kiss my bvtt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nvts [01:08.330]It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks [01:11.280]It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed [01:14.100]B1xches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut [01:16.950]Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts [01:19.540]Now picture us, it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought [01:22.440]'Cause when I spit the verse the sx1t gets worse than Worcestershire sauce [01:25.390]If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every time [01:28.390]Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes [01:31.080]It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room [01:33.880]I venture to say we're the center of attention, it's true [01:36.940]Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal [01:39.840]Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you h0es [01:43.130]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle [01:45.740]Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto [01:49.030]Oh-oh, oh-oh, b1xches hoppin' in my Tahoe [01:51.560]Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes [01:54.570]Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? [01:56.740]I noticed there's so many of 'em [01:58.300]And there's really not that many of us [02:00.450]And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust [02:02.900]It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're startin' this party from dusk [02:05.850]Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre! [02:09.930]They see that low rider go by, they're like, "Oh my!" [02:13.010]You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why [02:15.750]I dip through in that Six-Trey like, "Sick 'em, Dre!" [02:18.710]I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me [02:21.760]But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A. [02:24.320]'Cause over and above all, it's just another day [02:27.200]And this one begins where the last one ends [02:29.810]Pick up where we left off and get smashed again [02:32.710]I'll be daxned, just fvxked around and crashed my Benz [02:35.610]Drivin' 'round with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in [02:39.060]Grab another one from out the stable [02:41.140]The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado? [02:43.970]The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl? [02:46.790]Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision [02:50.310]Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco [02:52.870]Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though [02:55.980]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle [02:58.540]Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto [03:01.890]Oh-oh, oh-oh, b1xches hoppin' in my Tahoe [03:04.420]Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes [03:07.450]Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? [03:09.570]I noticed there's so many of 'em [03:11.210]And there's really not that many of us [03:13.220]And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust [03:15.730]It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're startin' this party from dusk [03:18.940]And I take great pleasure in introducin', 50 Cent! [03:22.760]It's bottle after bottle [03:25.740]The money ain't a thing when you party with me [03:28.270]It's what we into, it's simple [03:31.270]We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe [03:34.100]I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong [03:37.200]Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on [03:40.020]I'm so calm, through V1etnam, ring the alarm [03:42.900]Bring the Chandon, burn mar1juan', do what you want [03:45.560]N1gga, on and on 'til the break of what? [03:48.460]Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fvxk [03:51.390]I spend it like it don't mean nothin' [03:53.660]Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfvxker, I'm grown [03:57.140]I stunt, I style, I flash the sx1t (Uh-huh) [03:59.930]I gets what the fvxk I want, so what I trick? [04:02.590](Yeah) Fat-axs Birkin bags, some classy sx1t [04:05.550](Haha) Jimmy Choo shoes, I say, "Move," a b1xch move [04:08.920]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle [04:11.420]Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto [04:14.720]Oh-oh, oh-oh, b1xches hoppin' in my Tahoe [04:17.200]Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes [04:20.280]Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? [04:22.470]I noticed there's so many of 'em [04:24.090]And there's really not that many of us [04:26.050]And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust [04:28.530]It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're startin' this party from dusk
